Rocco Redux and More

Two mornings have come and gone since Rocco, the Midnight Rambler, showed up at breakfast looking like an extra from Dawn of the Dead.

Rocco has actually attended the morning meal every day since as though nothing evil and traumatic ever happened. What a stoic! He woulda made our man Marcus Aurelius proud, I tell yas.

His appetite’s stronger than usual but that may have something to do with me dishing him up a big ass mound of fresh Chicken of the Sea over a lovely bed of Ocean Fish and Salmon Fancy Feast dry food. Could be!

Rosie in her most favored place -- Jen's lap

I’ve been far too lily-livered, spineless too, to get close enough to see how badly he’s damaged. That and, did I mention, he’s all feral and shit? The boy’s got ferociously huge amounts of personal space which must NOT be breached, poked or even brushed up near -- NO not even just a tiny bit.

So, I’ll take Bob’s word for it that, while there’s a big chunk of flesh missing with a flap of skin and fur hanging, he wasn’t pierced and gouged through as I’d originally thought. Thank Bast!

Meanwhile, in other cat news, Jen and Oni’s oldest (she's 14), Rosie has just gone into the hospital. At her yearly check up, they found that she’s experiencing renal failure.  I’ve no idea what all this means (besides big bills) but she just BETTAH be able to come home all hail and healthy in a couple of days.

She was a street cat when Oni was living in Lower Allston. Chica moved in and said ‘yeah, this’ll work. Now, go fetch me some tuna.’ 

Rosie is like everyone’s favorite bitchy, pushy yet warm, loving friend -- but furry.