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My cats have adjusted to my new routine by sitting on my wheelchairs at all times. In the morning I open my bedroom door and see them both on the chair I need to use to get out of the bedroom. I shove them off it, put down my crutches to hold the chair still while I sit down, and one of the cats takes the chance to jump on it again. I scoop up that cat and try to sit on the chair holding it, and then the other cat jumps on the chair. I frequently end up scooting around my apartment clutching two cats and a pair of crutches.
Alex licking my icepack in a highly dignified manner.
No crutches will deter Alex from my shoulders!
Meanwhile, right in the middle of what was already an incredibly stressful day, that little asshole Erin escaped for the first time ever. I realized she was gone just as I took my boot off to ice my foot, called and called, heard piteous meowing from DOWNSTAIRS, on the side of the really treacherous wood stairs. I went down, traced her to UNDER THE APARTMENT BUILDING NEXT DOOR, coaxed her to come close enough to grab, and then realized that I had no way to get her back upstairs as I'm on crutches. I sat there holding her by the scruff of her neck and literally yelled for help.
Thankfully the neighboring building landlord was there, and I directed him to get the carrier from my apartment and bring it down. I crammed her into it, he took her up, and I hobbled after. He said he saw me yelling on the ground and thought someone had tried to murder me!
Alex licking my icepack in a highly dignified manner.
No crutches will deter Alex from my shoulders!
Meanwhile, right in the middle of what was already an incredibly stressful day, that little asshole Erin escaped for the first time ever. I realized she was gone just as I took my boot off to ice my foot, called and called, heard piteous meowing from DOWNSTAIRS, on the side of the really treacherous wood stairs. I went down, traced her to UNDER THE APARTMENT BUILDING NEXT DOOR, coaxed her to come close enough to grab, and then realized that I had no way to get her back upstairs as I'm on crutches. I sat there holding her by the scruff of her neck and literally yelled for help.
Thankfully the neighboring building landlord was there, and I directed him to get the carrier from my apartment and bring it down. I crammed her into it, he took her up, and I hobbled after. He said he saw me yelling on the ground and thought someone had tried to murder me!
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Braveheart door bolts semi-frequently, which is fine when I have two doors to the outside and can fish her off the steps. At my last apartment she used to get out the single backdoor and then wait outside for the humans to come join her, miaowing, then rush off into the landlord's tool shed or deck a few steps ahead, making sure we juuuust behind her and hadn't gotten lost. My tentative theory is that she wanted to go on a group adventure.
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