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The Dulsey Defense Fund
I apologize to the numerous Fans of Dulsey(tm) out there. News has been pretty thin on the ground of late, what with convention tripping, oral surgeries, computer games, and suchlike.
However, I shall now make up for this dry spell three-fold, yea, and more.
As has been recounted elsewhere, Dulsey is of an athletic nature. She had also put in early for the Evil Knievel Option Package. Too early, as it turns out, because she is not as proficient at math and spatial config as one would wish, preferring to chase Scrabble rather than study.
As a result, she frequently leaps into the sides of things -- the bureau, for instance. She has also at least once tried to leap through the mirror to visit the winsome kitten on the other side.
Being of an athletic disposition, and bent on taking over all the Cool Places identified by the aforesaid Scrabble, Dulsey lately discovered the Place Atop the Bookshelf.
This Place can be reached by jumping to the so-called "bookshelf headboard", walking to the far end and making a dern near vertical leap to top of the six-foot bookcase next to the bed. To descend, one simply reverses the process. This has been a favorite spot of cats over time, and there is a towel on top the bookcase, to make it comfy.
Until recently, this aerie was Scrabble's final retreat, as Dulsey wasn't able to make the jump.
That changed last weekend, when Dulsey finally got the equations right and made the leap to the top; then turned around and proved out the descent. She has since been making it a habit to spend at least part of each night up there.
This morning, as![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kinzel and I lay half-asleep in the early morning, waiting for the house to start warming up, we were shocked awake by a Huge Noise. It sounded like -- oh, I dunno... say, an unabridged dictionary hitting the floor at Warp Factor Three.
"The kitten fell!" I yelled, and we leapt out of bed, turning on the light, and looking all around, but there was no kitten lying shattered on the rug. Indeed, the resident kitten was well down the hall, blinking a smile at me when I called her.
Well, we were awake, so we got up. I went into my office to check my mail and do the morning comic run. Dulsey came in and jumped up to the top of the file cabinet, which is her morning position. After the comics, I went over and gave her some skritches, and Scrabble (who was in the window), too. Then I went to joinkinzel in the kitchen, where he was getting ready to give Max! his thyroid meds.
Dulsey is usually well underfoot for this operation, but this morning she held back.kinzel frowned at her.
"What's the matter, kid?" he asked, and then frowned some more. "She broke her foot."
I looked, and -- sure enough, the left front paw looked ...funny. I called her, and she came to me, walk-walk-pause, left paw off the floor; lather, rinse, repeat.
Sokinzel and I are back from the vet's now, and waiting to hear the results of the x-rays.
The best we can figure is that she jumped from the top of the bookcase, not to the top of the headboard, but directly to the floor, going for, you know, the extra Style Points.
Argh.
However, I shall now make up for this dry spell three-fold, yea, and more.
As has been recounted elsewhere, Dulsey is of an athletic nature. She had also put in early for the Evil Knievel Option Package. Too early, as it turns out, because she is not as proficient at math and spatial config as one would wish, preferring to chase Scrabble rather than study.
As a result, she frequently leaps into the sides of things -- the bureau, for instance. She has also at least once tried to leap through the mirror to visit the winsome kitten on the other side.
Being of an athletic disposition, and bent on taking over all the Cool Places identified by the aforesaid Scrabble, Dulsey lately discovered the Place Atop the Bookshelf.
This Place can be reached by jumping to the so-called "bookshelf headboard", walking to the far end and making a dern near vertical leap to top of the six-foot bookcase next to the bed. To descend, one simply reverses the process. This has been a favorite spot of cats over time, and there is a towel on top the bookcase, to make it comfy.
Until recently, this aerie was Scrabble's final retreat, as Dulsey wasn't able to make the jump.
That changed last weekend, when Dulsey finally got the equations right and made the leap to the top; then turned around and proved out the descent. She has since been making it a habit to spend at least part of each night up there.
This morning, as
kinzel and I lay half-asleep in the early morning, waiting for the house to start warming up, we were shocked awake by a Huge Noise. It sounded like -- oh, I dunno... say, an unabridged dictionary hitting the floor at Warp Factor Three."The kitten fell!" I yelled, and we leapt out of bed, turning on the light, and looking all around, but there was no kitten lying shattered on the rug. Indeed, the resident kitten was well down the hall, blinking a smile at me when I called her.
Well, we were awake, so we got up. I went into my office to check my mail and do the morning comic run. Dulsey came in and jumped up to the top of the file cabinet, which is her morning position. After the comics, I went over and gave her some skritches, and Scrabble (who was in the window), too. Then I went to join
kinzel in the kitchen, where he was getting ready to give Max! his thyroid meds.Dulsey is usually well underfoot for this operation, but this morning she held back.
kinzel frowned at her."What's the matter, kid?" he asked, and then frowned some more. "She broke her foot."
I looked, and -- sure enough, the left front paw looked ...funny. I called her, and she came to me, walk-walk-pause, left paw off the floor; lather, rinse, repeat.
So
kinzel and I are back from the vet's now, and waiting to hear the results of the x-rays. The best we can figure is that she jumped from the top of the bookcase, not to the top of the headboard, but directly to the floor, going for, you know, the extra Style Points.
Argh.
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