Surviving My Life

My Cat Is Purple

I drink a whole lot of juice - especially my favorite juice - grape juice. Normally I take the frozen can out of the freezer and leave it on the counter to thaw out. I learned the hard way today that I can't do that anymore.

Cloey, my three year old cat, is the most inquisitive animal I have ever had as a pet. It doesn't matter what you're doing - she wants to be involved. If you're eating, she wants to sniff it and eat it too. If you're bathing, she wants to bathe too. If you're watching tv - then she's happy because she can curl up on your lap.

Cloey decided that whatever was in the can was obviously meant for her.

So, she wrestled with it and finally got the can open.

The grape juice concentrate spread out over the counter it was on, and Cloey liked the smell.

So, she rolled in it.

I came home from being out to a counter coverd in grape concentrate, and a purple cat. She looked like a purple furball.

"Meow!"

So, I took her into the bath and spent 45 minutes washing her. You ever try to wash a cat that has all of it's claws and does not want to be bathed? It wasn't fun, trust me.

I now have more holes in me than a caulander used for target practice.

Why me?

Well, in any case, I have to go back to washing her again. She's still slightly purple, and George (the other cat) keeps calling her "Barney".

He's so mean...

posted by Jeremiah @ 22:54