(Not) Fighting Like Cats and Dogs

A few days ago, we took the dog to the vet to get some growths surgically removed.  The one inside her upper eyelid took about 45 minutes for the vet to remove, while the other four, in various places on her body, each only took a few minutes to remove.

The vet put the Elizabethan Collar on to keep her from licking the wounds and it worked as far as it went.

I had “warned” the vet that our cat would likely help the dog and, sure enough….this picture was taken within five minutes of arriving home.


The vet laughed when I forwarded him the picture and said we should do what we could to “discourage” the cat from his licking.  When we weren’t around (or awake) to supervise the two of them, we had to keep them in separate rooms.

For what it’s worth, “kitty” is almost 19 years old and “doggie” is nearing 12 years of age.  Just in case it’s not obvious, they have been together for almost 12 years.


A Cat. Not a Mathematician.

I am a servant to a 17 year old male long hair domestic cat, most likely a Maine Coon Cat.

He is a very social cat and greets anyone that comes to the house.   We had a gentleman come to the house to give us a cost estimate on recovering a sofa and the cat was in his lap the whole time the man was sitting.

He is afraid of no one and only one thing…the brush.

He hates being brushed and it has always been this way.  Since he was a rescue cat, I’m guessing he had a bad experience with a brush and he never got over it.

He used to hide under the bed  when I would get the brush, but since we got a new bed, he can’t do that any more, so he hides under a sofa or a chair.  Once I put the brush away, he comes over to me and demands my attention.

As you can guess, a long hair cat that hates brushes is a problematic combination.  I sometimes surprise him and get a few brush strokes in before he runs under the sofa ..and then give him some canned tuna cat food as a reward…and get a few more brush strokes.

Today I tried something new. As I picked up the cat brush, I told him he was a cat, not a mathematician and he very much needed to discard his fur mats.

He hid.  I can’t decide if he hid from my attempted math-cat pun or just from he brush.