I got POUNCED!!
since i have had this surgery my Bianca has never jumped on me. she does however climb or walk on me. today for the first time she actually leaped in air and landed on my tummy! first thought was OMG. next thing i realized it didn't hurt. wow i couldn't believe it. she is 11lbs of white fluff. just thought i would share.
I'm pre-op and I've been wondering what I'm going to do with my two Siamese when I'm recovering... they both like to pile on to my belly whenever I lie on my bed, and sometimes they squabble over who gets to sit where! Skye thinks I'm her mommy and sometimes will sit on my chest and do the "kneading" thing on my belly. I wonder how she'll cope when I lose my weight and my belly isn't so nice and soft anymore? Also, Piper likes to use my belly as a trampoline (or at least a springboard) when he's leaping around the house first thing in the morning. Lucky he's very slim and not too heavy, but still... I guess if they can get used to my CPAP machine (they used to be terrified of the hissing) they can get used to my belly being off limits for a while!
Here's a post-op cat horror story for you. A few years ago I had to have major surgery on my right shoulder, they opened it up from almost my neck to about three inches down my upper arm, and it was closed with a big row of steel staples. When I got home from the hospital, I had my right arm in a sling, and the incision was just covered with a single layer of cloth bandage, and I was wearing a tshirt over it. I was tired so I went right up to my bedroom to lie down, but just before lying down I walked over to the window to look outside. Unfortunately I forgot about Skye's habit of leaping up on my shoulder from behind so she can look out the window too! Well, you can guess what happened next... I ended up spinning around in circles like a mechanical bull, bellowing "GET HER OFF! GET HER OFF!" with the poor frightened cat stuck on my bad shoulder, claws hooked under the staples and unable to jump down, and me unable to unhook her as I only had the use of one arm! Lucky my daughter was there - once she got over her laughing fit, she helped get Skye untangled from my staples.
Now I've got another story, about "pounced", shorter this time. Today I fell down. Not an unusual occurrence for me. I have arthritis in my knees, and they give out sometimes while I'm walking. Today I was walking into the bedroom and "TIMBERRRR!" I landed directly on my right knee, and my apartment is in a basement, so it's a layer of thin carpet over concrete floor here. Luckily it was in the bedroom, in my agony I was able to drag myself onto the bed to writhe and gasp in pain for a while.
My two Siamese buddies always materialize as soon as I lie down on my bed, to take up their favourite positions on my body - one on my chest or belly, and one usually on my thigh. Well, Mr. Thigh decided that it was time to try sitting on my (wounded) knee instead of my thigh! Maybe he detected the heat radiating off of it. I let out a bellow, my daughter lunged to grab him off my knee... he dodged her grip, ran away a few steps - then ran back across the bad knee again!
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