Poor Dulce Mae

This morning I was getting dressed to go run my morning errands. This
involved getting my socks out of the dresser drawer.

Dulce Mae was on top of the dresser, helping me select a pair of
socks, and I was not paying attention.

I closed the drawer on her paw.

She started screaming and yowling at me, pulled her paw out of the
drawer, and walked away to the other end of the dresser.

Oh my gosh! I hurt my baby! I picked her up, cradled her in my arms,
apologized profusely, and kissed BOTH her front paws (which she
conveniently held up to be kissed - hmmm).

Well she forgave me right away, as I had made extreme speed with the
apologies. She cuddle up against me, helped me tie my shoes, kicked my
belt into submission (thankfully before I put it on), and purred for
me.

A little later, I noticed that she was limping a little bit, which
worried me. Until I caught her walking normally, when she thought I
wasn't watching her. Little minx!

But that's okay, I'll go ahead and spoil her, as that seems to be what
she likes (big grin).

David Stevenson...

Many years ago someone posted here about the day their absent-mindedly
stepped back and trod on their kitty. A loud yowl followed by much
saying sorry, hugs and so on.

In the next few weeks she seemed to step on her kitty more and more:
every time she stepped backwards there was a yowl, and the hugs routine
followed.

One day she tried stepping backwards and immediately spun round. The
kitty, a full 18 inches away, was caught giving a loud plaintive
howl!!!!!

Hugs and Purrs,
Mark

Kreisleriana...

Oh, they let you know. What a well-trained servant you are. ;)

Theresa

Make Levees, Not War

Yoj...

Oh, yeah. They know how to play on your sympathy. Several years ago,
Herbie (rb) was hit by a car. I had him checked right away, of course, and
found that no bones were broken. Several weeks later, he was still limping
rather badly, and naturally got a lot of attention, which even extended to
helping him up onto the couch or the bed, etc. Finally I took him back to
the doctor, who said that a nerve had probably been injured. He said Herbie
would probably limp for the rest of his life, but assured us that he wasn't
in any pain. I stopped making a fuss and helping him, since I wasn't
worried about him hurting. Within a few days, he was walking normally, and
he never limped again.

MaryL...

That is so funny, and it reminds me of a cat I had *many* years ago. He
broke his leg and had difficulty walking with the cast. I started to carry
him on a pillow to his food and the litter box. After awhile, he learned to
navigate and I stopped the pillow routine but still gave him all sorts of
extra attention. When the cast came off, he still limped badly -- and then
one day I walked in and caught him running wildly around the room (with no
sign of a limp). They know!!

MaryL

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mlbriggs...

Reminds me of the time I closed my big Ginger tom's tail in the
refrigerator door. He yowled and swore with all four feet flying off the
floor. But he became a bunch of purrs when I rescued him. MLB

Karen...

OUCh! Poor baby. :D