Today, I walked through the park with my eyes on Jilly's nose. Whenever she sniffed, I watched like a policeman(woman)waiting for someone to make that wrong move. Why am I on patrol? It's spring.
Yes, it's spring. It's warmer and lighter. People are smiling at each other. Geese are pairing up and getting territorial. And Jilly is sick from eating a spring feast of kitty 'rocha' and newly sprouted grass.
Ok, I know it sounds gross but try living with it. The thing is-I know this sounds crazy-but every year, I freak out thinking there is something terribly wrong with Jilly. I worry. I fret. Then I remember, oh, yeah, this happened last year. Why? The sun is out. The cats in the neighborhood are out and visiting our yard. They see our gravel side yard as a giant litter box. Jilly sees it as a giant 'kitty' candy box and she gobbles all the 'treats' gravel and all. Yum. Maybe for her.
For me, it means sleepless nights getting up to let her out or clean up what comes up. Yeah. Yuck. Sometimes, all that's needed is a few days of pepto bismal. Sometimes, like this year, it's a full week of cleaning up(on my part) ending with a fast and a diet of rice, broth, beef before we're all back to normal. And I get some sleep!
That's why today, in the park, my focus was...where is Jilly's nose? I want to make sure she doesn't get tempted to gobble up those delicious morsels left behind by the geese. And when she goes out in the yard, I go out with her making sure she doesn't find any more 'spring' treats!
