The Christmas Collars

You might remember that in the wake of the loss of my parent's home I took in two of their cats and three of their grandchildren. All that remains for the moment is Maddie, a tabby of indeterminate gender.





He was a ghost for the first three months, seen only in fleeting glimpses if you got up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom. As of late he's become much more open about his presence, and has adopted LuLu and been adopted by her in turn. The goal is still to find a suitable home for him, although I've grown attached to him too.

Anyway, at Thanksgiving my sister K, the former owner of the cat, starts mentioning how bad the cat's allergies had become (something I had never noticed, as it manifests as a belly rash/swelling and as I said, it's been a very shy cat). In response she took the cat in for an allergy shot (!) and the otherwise healthy cat was returned to its temporary dwelling here.

I've never heard of such a thing, but whatever. The cat seems perfectly content and mobile, so . . ok doc.

Here comes the bad part: my sister returns the cat with an atrocious Christmas colored jester collar around its neck. Worse yet, she purchased the same collars for my own cats.





The cats slunk around, heads hanging in shame. Never fear, I ended their misery as soon as these pics were taken.

One last thing about Maddie. He has the oddest meow. Lisa hilariously and accurately pegged it by saying it sounds like the cat is saying 'Flava Flave!' in the style of the current reality TV star.