I’ve rather dropped the Peggy part of Piggy Peggy. She is Piggy now.
I don’t see her every day. Sometimes she doesn’t show up, sometimes the weather is too bad for me to have my lunch outside.
I haven’t updated on her in a while, but she is still my work kitty! She had a patch of missing fur on the back of her neck, which is healing now.
She also had a tick on her ear.
So, I bought her some Advocate. For fleas, ear mites, and worms. I was worried about putting it on her sore neck, but she didn’t mind a bit. I also touched the applicator to the tick, in hopes a direct application might kill it, despite ticks not being on the list of things Advocate is meant for.
The next week the tick was still there, but looking decidedly shrivelled. I left it the first two days, but then I pulled it out with my fingers. I know, I know – a bad idea. But it worked. She has a bare spot now, and another bare spot on her ear from an unknown recent injury. Poor wee thing. I am beginning to think she had no scars because she is so young. As she gets more comfortable with me, she wants to play – sure sign she is just a young one still.
Well, the scars are accumulating. I hate to see it. She felt scabby underneath her right jaw last week, but seems better this week. Hard to see under there, she isn’t terribly keen on looking me in the face, still.
But then. On Friday she learned that she could jump into my lap and get all the love she could stand. I didn’t see her Monday – weather was terrible – but Tuesday she took huge advantage of her new permission to find lap-happiness. She also kept trying to steal my lunch! Piggie for sure.
Today I was met at the door with, “Your cat is outside the office trying to get in.” Oh, hell. By then it was raining but as I went through the office I heard that one cat lady tried to let her in, but Piggy refused, and that she sat outside a partially open window and caterwauled for a while. Oh dear. I found her under a car hiding from the rain. She was so happy to see me, but I had to go to work.
Lunchtime it was still raining but warm. I have a sheltered place outside for lunch on warmer but wet days. She found me, of course.
So – I already created a monster by her looking for me – or attention – outside the front entrance (that I don’t use). It got worse when I went outside at 5:30 and she was waiting. She spotted me from across the pavement and came running, chatting her little call the whole time. Then I went inside. Wow, the screaming. Oh my dog, the screaming! It was like I broke her little kitty heart.
So… I didn’t expect that sort of reaction. What do I do now? I can’t take her home. She’s an outdoor cat, and I have 1/12th the property she is used to roaming. Maybe a co-worker will fall in love?