Cats, People.
It was a rough week but I think we’re coming out of it. I’m not speaking about the world or the country because I’m not sure we’re coming out of whatever the fuck is unraveling at all levels. Here at my house though, some calm and balance has been restored, cat-wise. Not necessarily in my inner life but the cats are okay.
After giving Buster an appetite stimulant, to which he responded horrendously, he ate a bit more that day. I was really dreading having to give it to him again. Along with the subcutaneous fluids it was just looking like a prolonged nightmare of not knowing what was wrong and Buster possibly not surviving. He didn’t really eat for six days.
I know people say that cats can go a week or two without eating, but as someone pointed out to me, that’s if there is no food. If they're not eating and there’s food, there’s something wrong and it is not a ‘survival’ situation per se. It was killing me. It was so sad that this cat wasn’t being himself and that his pal, Sammy the Smush, couldn’t get him to play or engage. The whole thing was heartbreaking. This is my small life.
The day after the appetite stimulant I woke up dreading the day, hyper obsessed with the cat, which doesn’t help them relax. I was sitting on the bed, putting my socks on and Buster was looking at me and my eyes welled up and I said, ‘Are you going to live, buddy? I can’t take this shit.’
That day he ate on his own. No medicine. I did give him fluids but he was on the mend, I was hoping.
The next day he was eating everything. Lots of food. I actually woke up the following day to find that he had broken into the snack cabinet. It must’ve been open a crack and somehow he got up on the shelf which is at my eye level. He pulled down two bags of snacks and apparently ripped into them and had a fucking cat party. I assume Sammy was involved but not a perpetrator. He was most likely just in for the booty.
I couldn’t really get mad because HE WAS EATING, voraciously. I did figure out a way to lock the cabinet with a rubber band so no more parties until he figures out how to open it which would mean he is an alien genius. It’ll happen because of course he’s an alien genius.
Buster is totally back. I am relieved.
Today I talk to Javier Bardem about being Desi Arnaz and all the other things. On Thursday I talk to Drew Michael about his new comedy special. Good talks!
Enjoy!
Boomer, Monkey and LaFonda live!
Love,
Maron
