a Caturday devoted to my girl Strongpaw
she gets a pretty bad rap for being a bit of a bitch,
what with her hissing at everyone and scaring small children,
but when I see Strongpaw I see a survivor
and I see my little itty bitty baby kitten
Strongpaw has the biggest eyes and cutest little peachy pink nose
Polaroid - this is Strongpaw's favourite position + I never get tired of seeing her belly-up!
And for your viewing pleasure, two little videos I took of her doing Strongpaw things:
like having a wee bath in the sunshine whilst on my bed
and drinking water out of the teacup I keep by my bed for her and Henry
y'know, being a cat:
Strongpaw was diagnosed with diabetes a number of months ago, and I was able to keep it under control for a while using oral medication which was a blessing because Strongpaw isn't the type of cat one would like to attempt sticking a needle into (see above reference to hissing/scaring little children).
BUT, then the medication stopped working and Strongpaw's been exhibiting behaviour of full-blown diabetes so I sucked it up and started injecting her twice a day - we just started yesterday!
The first time went breezily and I thought, hey, this is so easy! But then I did the second one and let's just say after much swearing (on both our ends) I succeeded. And now I have to do this every day for the rest of Strongpaw's life. If she'll let me, I'm happy to do so if it gets her back to being my fierce Strongpaw.
Also, hoping it will make her happier so she stops harassing Henry so much. One can dream!
Strongpaw is 11 years old, which means I've had her for 11 years and even though she can be scary, she's still my little ball of fur and I kinda like that she's a bitch.
with fierce joy,