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2:30am April 16, 2013

wintergrey:

youneedacat:

Fey welcoming me home. She is frantic and worried even now. I imagine the hole to my tube smells like a bad injury to her, blood and guts and especially guts. She’s been sort of doing a frantic snuggling thing where she can’t stop wiggling around and rubbing my face over and over.

You two look so happy together. You must smell very weird, I know cats get all out of sorts when “their” things smell wrong. My dogs were hugely worried (especially the small, clever one) when I had surgery years ago. I remember my skin smelled funny, even to me, from the anesthetic.

Fey has such a worried-caring expression, like she’s being Nurse Fey right now. Snuggles, stat!

Nurse Fey, I love it!

Really what my friend suspects happened is this: She knew I was very ill with pneumonia when I left for the hospital. So for all she knew I was going off to hide like sick or dying cats do. And so she was worrying I’d not come back. Then I do come back with a big bite in my belly. Like maybe I wasn’t hiding quite well enough and something found me and attacked me while I was weak.

Or, as my friend puts it, “She has a very dumb kitten she loves with all her soul.”

People say cats see us as their parents, but she’s always seemed to see me as a really big, kind of stupid kitten. So she’s always been quite maternal with me, which includes whacking me upside the head when she thinks I need it.