We all know Leroy is getting through life on looks. If intellect is a race, Leroy is not the guy who crosses the finish line last, sunburned and wondering why everyone else has gone home. Truly, in such a race, Leroy would be the guy who shows up a day late, wearing a fur coat and swimming fins. The poor guy just doesn’t get what’s going on half the time, but at least he makes up for it by being so darn
pretty handsome and by being so eager to share his affection with every man, woman, beast, and bag of groceries he encounters.
This super long weekend, when I have four glorious days off, Leroy has been thrilled to have his momma home with him for such a long stretch. No sooner do I sit and create a lap than he finds a way to
weasel snuggle up to me. While I appreciate his affection, I also have a disheartening amount of school work to accomplish over the Victoria Day Weekend, and Leroy’s neediness threatens to put a serious crimp in my productivity. I can’t afford to get behind right now, so finding a solution for Leroy’s case of the weekend clingies became critical.
The Electrician helped a little bit.
Sadly, The Electrician’s long weekend has been split between some sort of flu bug and overtime shifts at work. In dealing with Leroy, I’ve largely been on my own.
Today, staring down the barrel of a good eight or ten hours at my kitchen table with schoolwork, I needed to bring out the big guns. I tried spritzing Leroy’s favourite spot on the backdoor mat (the one in the sunbeam) with a little honeysuckle spray, a.k.a. Calvin Feline’s Obsession for cats. That bit of botanically extracted magic bought me ten minutes without my hairy lapwarmer.
After pulling Leroy off my stack of provincial exams for the third time, I decided to reach for my last resort. I keep a little vial of extra-strength catnip in my fridge, which never fails to arouse curious looks from guests who go searching for their own condiments. I sprinkled it liberally over Leroy’s spot in the sunbeam. This is Alberta, however, so the sunbeam has been intermittent today.
Leroy sprang off the kitchen table and trotted to the herbal remedy strewn across the carpet. His nostrils twitched three times, and he fell heavily to his side like a cat struck by lightning. He purred with a tempo and resonance rarely heard around here, even from our champion rumbler.
Since I dosed him with the ‘nip, Leroy has gone from affectionate and docile to possessing all the get up and go of an overripe banana. I don’t like to give him catnip very often, since getting stoned on his favourite herb tends to leave him far more liquid than solid and he’s out of it for the better part of the day. Luckily for me, this remedy allowed me to get two solid hours of marking in this afternoon.
I’m just hoping Leroy will be able to uncross his eyes eventually. It’s hard to determine a dose of these things.
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