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LSD
It is not really clear where we got the name for
Lucy. All I know is it stood out from various other names. One of
the names we were considering naming her was Mika. That name ended
up going to our beta fish. We were listening to the Beatles album
'Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band' when we decided on the name.
See the thing is my father also has an aunt named Lucy. We had also
recently been told this story when we named her:
When my father was a young lad his family went to Disneyland. Auntie
Lucy went with them. There was a roller coaster ride in which part
of it went out over the water. Now, Auntie Lucy and her sister Gina
(my grandmother) decided to go on this ride. Auntie Lucy was terrified,
in fact she was so terrified she wet her self. she then had to walk
behind Gina to hide this from everyone. Imagine walking around Disneyland
with wet drawers!
Like auntie Lucy our cat has a few interesting stories of her own.
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Part One
At our cottage (which my dad built) their is a loft. If you were
to look directly down from the loft would would have a nice birds
eye view of our wood stove, that is if my parents dresser was not
in your way. Now on the side of the loft hung a pair of antlers
one of my fathers friend had given him. They give him rather unusual
items including a bear skin, and skunk pelt. (!?!Skunk!?!) On these
antlers hug a scarf or two that needed drying, after being outside
in the snow. Lucy being a mischievous and playful decided she would
have some fun with these dangling scarves. So she would climb up
the stairs, slip underneath the dresser and paw at the scarves.
So she'd go up, and we'd chase her down. Up and down, up and down,
and so it went. Till one fateful time when Lucy went up one last
time. You know how people say, 'a cat always lands on their feet'?
Well they couldn't be more wrong. Lucy toppled off the ledge, her
side making contact with the smoldering hot fireplace! I've never
seen and cat move so fast as she did to get off of there.
Part Two
We took immediate action, Lucy was not to be tempted by the scarved
antlers anymore! We put them up above our front door. You can guess
what Lucy did. She managed to jump to the windows, and promptly
knocked the antlers off, splitting them in two. That was it! My
dad had had it. Lucy was so grounded. Or as grounded an independent
cat can be. How do you punish a cat anyhow. We couldn't spray her
with water, when it was forty below, and all we had for warmth was
are wood stove.
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| Lucy being a cat liked nice comfy places to sleep.
One of her favorites was in the laundry basket. Lucy decided to sleep
in the basket on bed sheet changing night. She temporarily went missing
that night gave us all a good scare. So you can imagine how relieved
we were when she found her. But it's how we found her that's the kicker.
In the hustle, bustle and confusion on that night she ended up doing
a couple rotations in the drier before we figured out where she was!
Not many people can say they've been in a drier while it's still spinning! |
| My mother was sick and tried of our ratty, old, falling
apart bathroom, and so it became my dad's job to renovate it. New
tile, redo the walls, and the highlight an amazing bathtub with jets
and the whole nine yards. it was so big we had to take the bathroom
window off and host it up through there! First Lucy would disapear
underneath the bathtub for hours at a time, where no one could get
at her. My father went to seal up the hole that lead under there several
times, but we didn't know when she was down there and we were afraid
he would seal her in. One night after my dad had "finished"
the bathroom (He never did. He claimed that he had a dream that if
he finished the bathroom he would die.) we left the water in the tub,
to humidify the air (our humidifier was broken) . That night Lucy
discovered soap. how it slippes and slides. Then she slipped herself,
and plunged into the bath tub. She howled so loud she woke my dad
up, a great feat within itself. Father rushed too the bathroom, not
to save the Lucy. You see Lucy being a cat has claws, so there was
a cat with claws flailing around in his brand new tub. He had many
scratches on his arm before the night was over. |
| Lucy had many other adventures. Some aren't appropriate
for this blog mind you. So I will tell you how her life came to a
close. Lucy had a brain disease. I'm not exactly sure what it was,
though I did once upon a time. I'm not sure if what she had is as
important as the fact that she had it. One weekend my parents sent
my sister and I to stay with my grandparents. (My mom's parents. Who
coincidentally own Blacks' Vintage Books & Antiques, located on
Portage Ave. across from the Assiniboine Park. *They also give a discount
to teachers*) When I came back the first this I did was look for Lucy.
I searched the entire house top to bottom and was getting really worried
when my parents told me what they had done. The friday i had went
away they had pack Lucy up in her carrier crate (she always hated
that thing) and take her to be put down. I had no idea at the time
that Lucy was sick, we all knew she was weird but it hadn't occurred
to me that she was wrong in the head. She was just lucy. |
| Lucy had a number of strange and unusual habbits. One was bearing her claws while running so that she sounded like a horse galoping arcoss my moms hardwood floors. The olther was putting her face in the crook of one arm, then while purring she would drool and flex her claws. She loved doing this to people who were wearing soft sweaters. Eventually stoppped wearing sweaters, not just because her claws were ripping the sweater apart, but because it really hurt! She had a knack for trouble, she got into the most bizzar situations. What's the oddest thing you've ever seen a cat do? |
| Lucy was one of the children of Sunshine, and Pumpkin,
my neighbor Emma's cats. Sunshine was black with patches of ginger,
and Pumpkin was on orange tabby. Lucy was a grey tabby, and her brother
Pumpkin Jr. or P.J. took after their dad. Pumpkin then ran away and
became a back alley cat. since then their have been a growing number
of orange tabbies in the neighborhood. P.J. was crowned "Mayor
of Garfield", because of his habit the wonder in and out of everyone's
yards and houses. He would claw at their doors see how they were ding
and continue on his way. Then he and Sunshine moved to Swan River.
Ever since there have been lots of annoying grundgy cats hanging around.
One who sports a damaged eye. |
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