I agree with Bill, don't get your hopes up. Spicey's carrier/crate is always in
the living room. She naps in it sometimes. Its funny we seem to need to sleep
in the same place all the time, but cats like to vary their sleep envoirnment.

But Smokey sounds so sweet.
Suz
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Thank Heavens There's Only One
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Waiting for inspiration. Please hold while I contemplate my navel.

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Sometimes it seems that they CAN tell time. I remember a couple years
ago trying to catch Rocky to take to TED because of a fight wound.
This was when he was still pretty wild, before he became a family
member. He'd come inside to eat sometimes (as long as I kept the door
open) and even let me pet him while he ate.

Anyway, I talked with TED and told him about the stray cat with a
swollen leg, and was tol I could bring him in anytime during office
hours and he'd give him a long acting antibiotic shot.

I swear Rocky must have had the phone tapped, maybe LB or Sammy warned
him. Rocky stopped coming during the day, but would show up as soon as
the clinic closed. I outfoxed him, though, by luring him inside and
keeping him overnight, then taking him in for the shot first thing the
next morning. That was Rocky's first overnight stay in the apartment,
and not a very pleasant experience. He hid under the bed all night,
except for coming out to leave a token of his displeasure in the
middle of the bedroom floor. Also, the abcess burst sometime during
the night, so there was blood all over the carpet under the bed. And,
catching him and getting him in the carrier took over an hour. I
figured out that the bedroom was a poor choice for catching him, so
herded him into the bathroom. That wasn't any better - instead of
hiding under the bed he hid behind the toilet. Eventually, I figured
out that the best room in the apartment for trapping him was the
bedroom closet. So, after rigging a lantern for light I followed him
in the next time he tried to hide there, and after a LONG 15 minute
struggle had him in the carrier.

NOTE: that was the time he terrorized the vet's assistant so bad that
I ended up having to help hold him for the shot. The assistant let him
out of the cage to get him ready before the vet came in, but then
Rocky crawled under the chair and the assistant couldn't get him out.
So, I told her I'd get him and she left the room. I let him stay where
he was, hoping he'd calm down a little, until the vet came. I dropped
a blanket over him and held him while the vet gave him the shot, since
the assistant never came back. hmmmm now that that think about it, I
really should have gotten some sort of discount