Sunday, January 29, 2012

Nine Lives

So it's official. My cat, Ellie, is not dead. And it appears, she's not dying anytime soon either. Obviously, this is good news, unless you're not a cat lover like a certain member of my house. I think he-who-will-not-be-named actually did a vet bill price comparison to determine which would have been cheaper, getting Ellie well or getting her cremated. Thankfully, today she's well on her way to being healthy.  

This is Ellie...sleeping in my ficus tree. There will be dirt on my floor when she's done napping.

Last Saturday, things took a very peculiar turn for Ellie. Peculiar in the sense that my husband and I were convinced she was dying. It happened suddenly. One second she was relatively normal, the next she was spinning in circles.

I wanted to blog about it during the calamity, but just couldn't bring myself to do it for fear she was actually going to die. I had to wait it out. I knew I couldn't write an honest portrayal of the events. I would have given a skewed depiction of what really happened, to protect her know, in case she died.

But, she didn't die. So here's the truth. Ellie was possessed. She could only go left. For a full 72 hours she was capable of doing two things, spinning in a tight circle to the left or hugging the wall heading left. For 72 hours she was like an ant, on a mission. She had no say in her mission, it just had to be done. She had to walk, she couldn't stop. She was not capable of stopping. The most bizarre thing to watch. She would spin and spin and spin...always to the left, mind you. And when she finally was able to walk herself out of the spin, the mission was not complete. She had to keep walking, to the left, against the wall, at all cost. No matter what was in the way, she had to persevere. In 72 hours, she successfully got herself stuck behind a bookshelf, in a dollhouse, in between the hot furnace pipes, behind a radiator, behind the fridge, and in countless corners. If it hadn't been so all consuming, it would have been hysterical. Like YouTube funny.

$290 later, a vet confirmed she wasn't possessed after all. She also didn't have a brain tumor or lesion, like all my intelligent internet research had determined. Instead, she had a double ear infection. Boring.

**Disclaimer: He-who-will-not-be-named does in fact love my cats. He does not really wish them dead, at least I don't think he does. And I thank him very much for taking poor Ellie to the vet. 


  1. Replies
    1. She is not. And unlike Zoolander, she could only turn left.

  2. Well, I am glad the mystery is solved and she's going to live:). And I know K is glad too! She loves those kitties:) ~k

    1. K still walks around all..."Poor Ellie girl, oh poor Ellie." She likes the drama.