Trouble’s Child

It has often been said that chronically trouble prone people (or animals) somehow are the dearest. This is certainly true of our little cat Greystoke (he also has a column on Facebook!). Throughout his life, if there is trouble to be found, he finds it. Some of this has been dangerous, like the time he got his head stuck in a plastic pipe and almost died of asphyxiation (he did spend several weeks at the vets in a breathing chamber healing the lung damage), but most of the times when he has poked his head into trouble, the results have thankfully been non-life threatening (although occasionally hard on the china and glassware).

But, one of the funniest happened just a few days ago.

Greystoke after his latest misadventure

We had been cleaning out a closet, and found a couple of the “Elizabethan collars” that vets place on cats and dogs to keep them from licking a recovering injury or surgical incision. Since we no longer needed them, we decided to donate them to Fabulous Felines. We placed the two collars, a small one, and a slightly bigger one on a bench in our entry way so we could take them to the foster house.

Two e-collars waiting to be taken to the foster house

Later that morning, as we were puttering around the kitchen, our friend, George stopped by. As we were chatting, he asked us: “Why do you have two E-collars?”

We explained that they were from two separate surgeries, and we were taking them to the foster house.

George seemed puzzled, and asked: “But why two?”

This confusion went on for several rounds until we looked back into the hallway where our friend was standing and saw that Greystoke had once more poked his head into trouble, and was now wearing the two collars: one behind his ears, and the other in front! What made it especially funny is that he seemed perfectly content to continue wearing them, as if he was proudly showing off his discovery.

It seems that he had poked his head into this latest temptation, looking for lord knows what, and the collars became stuck. After taking time for a laugh and a couple pictures, we removed the collars to a less accessible place on the seat of our car, and Trouble’s Child, little Greystoke, went looking for another place to poke his curious, trouble-prone, beloved little head.

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