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I am having computer problems, which means I will have to blog from work until I get back on line again... Not to worry - I'll bring the camera in (quickly writes note to self).II
In the meantime, here is a Banshee the Beautiful story: It was earlier than I wanted to get up, but I heard Bansh gacking and wheezing, and found her on the dining room table. I never know whether to touch her or not when she's stressed like that, but I did this time, ever so gently, and she stopped gacking and began to purr. So then I cuddled with her, and she kept on purring, the asthma interrupted for the moment. If only it worked every time...
posted by Lizzy at 5:52 PM
6 Comments:
A sweet, sweet story, Lizzy. You have the magic touch for your babes. I'm glad to purring interrupted the asthma. Good girl.
Oh, noes! How will I get my daily cats & kittens fix?
Poor Bansh. Our regards to her, and sincere hopes that the gacking soon goes away. Maybe she's like Zingiber, who is allergic to his own fur and gacks a lot.
TPC - Give Zingiber a kiss from me and Banshee
Ohmigoodness, Lizzy,
Does that mean Bansh is also allergic to her own fur?
Zeebs sez, "wha? kissies? smoochalah!" or something incoherent like that. He's a sweet child, but not the brightest bulb in the chandelier. Poor Bansh. Poor Zeebs, too.
We don't really know what Triggers Banshee's attacks - it could be environmental - sometimes they seem to come out of nowhere - but it's also stress, i.e., disrespectful little brothers who are named Angel, mostly...
Ah, yes. The culprit who shall remain forever named Angel. That goes on his rap sheet too, y'know. Perhaps if you tell him he'll cut down the attacks (right, NOT).
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