Quick Trip To Grandpa Monty & Grandma Jenny’s House
August 29, 2012
This past Friday, after Jim got off work, we drove up to Peculiar to visit Jim’s parents.
In truth, we were delivering/dropping off some cargo.
Agatha, the cat.
Judge away, foks, but it was time for her to go. We have loved, taken care of, and supplied her with everything she has needed for the past 5 years, and in return? She hasn’t given us much.
Let’s go back to the beginning:
Jim shows up at our duplex surprising me with a “free” kitten from work. A co-worker’s cat had a litter and they were up for grabs. Jim picked out the fiesty one(good call, babe). The second I saw her I was completely smitten with her and could never get rid of her. We named her Aggie and started the process of potty training. Have you ever heard of a cat that refuses to potty train? Me either, but alas, that’s what she was. We couldn’t have a cat going in corners of a place that wasn’t ours, so we were going to have to get rid of her. Until, my loving Dad, who felt so sorry for me having to get rid of my kitten, offered to house her temporarily until we had a home of our own that she could poop and pee in instead.
Fast forward a few months, (this is after the “free” kitten had been de-wormed, de-fleaed, de-clawed, and de-babymakingparted), we purchased our first home. We brought the kitty cat back. She peed in a few corners, but all in all she used her potty with regularity.
But, there was another large character flaw. Biting. She couldn’t scratch(unless you’re talking about her back claws, that have essentially ruined every piece of furniture in our home), but she bites. She wants you to pet her, then she gnaws your arm off. She’d attack me from under the bed every night. She’d pounce on me shortly after I’d gotten into bed. Sounds hilarious, but in reality, not at all.
Then we found out we were pregnant and Jim was ready for her to go. I loved her and wanted to give her a chance with the baby before we made a decision like that. Baby came, cat stayed the same.
We’d been thinking about rehoming for a while, had sent out some feelers, but let’s be honest, no one wants a 5 year old cat who has a propensity for man flesh.
The other day she nipped at Abigail for the first time, leaving a couple little puncture wounds on her arm and it was the last straw for me.
I knew the humane society wouldn’t want her, or even if they did take her, no one else would.
I told Jim, “I wish there was this mystical, happy farm somewhere that she could go be an outdoor cat and run around and kill things and burn energy and be a happier animal”. Enter: Jim’s parents! We asked, they were willing to try it out( THANK YOU) and so, all of this to say, we took Aggie up there to her new home in the country. They have a great set up for her in an addition off the garage. Covered, with space for her own food, water, and litter box.
When we got there the other animals were as friendly as could be and she seemed to be perfectly fine with exploring the outside world.
Then Jim put her inside her new place and she ran and hid. She hasnt come back out yet. I’m telling you, this cat has an iron will. Something I have never seen before. When we got her fixed, before she could come home she had to use the bathroom. The vet was all, “oh, they all go. She’s been eating and drinking…blah blah blah” and I was like, uh, no she won’t. Just wait. And sure enough, they had to give her a freakin catheter because she held going to the bathroom for days. So, who knows when she’ll finally decide to show her face and befriend the other beasties.
Goodbye, Aggie. I won’t miss you ruining my furniture and carpet, making me bleed, spraying litter everywhere, leaving hair everywhere, having to lock you up when people come over, or worrying about my baby. But, I will try to look fondly on the years you were ours and sincerely hope that your new home can make you happy.
And that you don’t commit suicide, though with your personality, I wouldn’t put it past you.
In other news:
We had a great visit with Grandpa Monty and Grandma Jenny. On Saturday, Nana and Papaw came over for lunch too.
Blurry, but look at that sweet smile! Playing Playdoh with Grandma and Grandpa(while still in our jammies- best Saturday ever!)
She is either:
A. singing a song
B. saying the word “ball
C. asking for more of something
Abigail loves to play the piano. Daddy plays the piano often. Abigail doesn’t love it when Daddy plays the piano(mostly because, well, 100% of the attention is not on her!)
They did have a lot of fun practicing and playing through all of our Sunday church music together though.
Abigail loves this rocking chair! She’ll pull it all around the house and rock forever. She also likes to rock the stuffed animals in it too.
Look at that sweet face! Blurry again, but she was having so much fun and was so excited about being at Grandpa Monty and Grandma Jenny’s house that she was squealing and squawking about the house.
Grandma and Grandpa have recently acquired an awesome swing set and Abigail loved using it! She swang(swung? swinged?) for an absurdly long amount of time.
Abigail was a little Snow White this visit. She was ALL about the animals. She fell completely in love with Dane, the dog. She would ask for him whenever we were inside and wouldn’t stop talking about him while we were outside. She also enjoyed giving Princess, the cat, some lovin, but she was totally enamored with Dane. In fact, she is still talking about him, and whenever she sees a dog she asks for Dane.
We also fed some yummy green grass to the horses next door. Abigail kept saying “Neigh!” and really enjoyed getting to see the horsies up close.
Some other things we did that aren’t pictured:
A delicious taco dinner
Lots of time on the trampoline
A few fun games of Bocce Ball
A diaper explosion out of Abigail’s khaki shorts- fun!