About the rather broken cat ...

The cat was rather broken. She was lying there and was making this weird sound. It wasn’t a “meow” anymore, it sounded more like “epitheton ornans”, so definitely no “meow”. Perhaps she was studying Greek poetry but cats don’t study Greek poetry (only modern literature by exception) so I guess my imagination was acting up again. But the thing is, she did make a weird sound and she was lying there, not moving anymore. I took a pic.

I poked her. She didn’t react. Ok, poking a cat on her facebook page isn’t perhaps the brightest idea so I poked her in real life. She gave me a look like “Ren, don’t poke me. I know you want to play with me, I know you want to throw away something and expect me to bring it back but I’m not a dog … I’m a cat. So get lost. I’m lying here and my “meow” sounds like “hendiadys”. There’s something wrong with me.”

Something was wrong with my cat.

Suddenly I got scared. Oh my god, I didn’t want to lose my cat. I loved her so much, she was an inspiration for 1001 bedtime stories for the kids, she’d always been part of the family.

I had to do something …

I logged on to Twitter and sent a message to my daughter Flo. Flo is 11 years old now and wants be a vet. She loves to watch all those animals shows on TV, she has the Playmobil Pony Ranch and she dissects flies, ants, mice and elephants.

Renaat Yo Flo, something wrong with the old cat. Can you have a look at her ?
7 minutes ago via web

MercilessTerminator @Renaat Hey oldie, you’re sitting next to me. Stop using Twitter to communicate with me.
7 minutes ago via web

So we went outside and Flo had a look at the cat. She started to examine the animal with her stethoscope, pulled the tail, pinched her nose, whispered “Diwali Riddim” in her ear and then smiled.

“I know what the problem is, dad.”

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“Yes dad, and stop answering me in ascii-art.”

“Ok ok, sowee, now what is the problem ?”

“She’s low on batteries. I’ll change them so she’ll be alive and kicking again.”
She opened the cat’s rear panel and changed the batteries.

The cat is fine again. And I’m sure my daughter will make a great vet in a few years.