It’s been over a week since Murray’s second surgery. He seems to be doing well, but he’s still doing his fair share of weird things.
For some reason he keeps licking the inside of our skillets. And sometimes I’ll catch him in the kitchen sink licking the concrete right where it connects to the metal basin. I also found him in the bathroom licking around the bathtub. He ate the icing off my cupcake. He ate nutritional yeast gravy. I tried to give him a Gummy Bear out of desperation thinking he needed something to chew on, he declined. (Don’t judge me!)
He licked the flour off the counter. He ate bread dough. Did I mention the nutritional yeast gravy?
He’s obviously craving something we’re not giving him. I just have to figure out what that is.
What I failed to mention last week was the vet wrote the following on Murray’s discharge instructions: “Can you email us some pictures of Murray sucking on a pacifier?”
I sent him these:
I got the following email back:
“Thanks! Those pictures are great! I’m at a vet conference and got a lot of laughs from my colleagues at lunch. They’re going up on our website when I get back in town. Thanks again!”
I know I said I wasn’t proud of the fact that my cat is either trying to bankrupt us or kill himself, but every time I picture a group of veterinarians sitting around a table together laughing—people who have seen it all when it comes to animals—I can’t help but feel a little proud of this small creature.
Maybe Murray really is special.