Teddy the cat, and her quirky office chair perch

These days, I have to be reeeeaaallllyyyy careful how quickly I spin around in my office chair.




It appears my favourite little girl found a new favourite spot to perch. And I couldn't be more pleased!

I love Teddy's new spot on the back of my chair. She's positioned at the perfect height to slow down while going about my business,  giving her a quick little nuzzle against her warm, purring neck.

I. Melt.

You should see her with all four legs hanging down! Hilarious! And darling.

This little girl right here runs my show. And my heart. My whole entire heart, plus.

And she comes with a little story today. You see, I'm feeling most fortunate to still have her with us. In August, she got really ill to the point where I had to carry her outside, laying her down on the warm summer driveway so she could enjoy her possible last time at home.

I did the whole nine yards. Took tearful pictures of her, spent time with her, until it was time to leave. My heart broke.

I prepared myself for the absolute worst. I was suppose to take off for Bella Rustica in a month's time and I didn't know what I'd do with such a sick cat. My gut told me it was time. I was just beside myself.

But the bad news turned into not so bad news. It wasn't her time that day, but chances were slim she would make it until Christmas. (her thyroid issue took a turn for the worst)

As luck would have it, her tests showed medication would be the fix for now. I was at a loss... I didn't believe it!

So we brought her back, fully shaved after her tests. This was her 'Lion' nickname phase. Adorable, but so incredible thin and fragile. One sick little girl.

(oh, and then my dog died right about here!)

Luckily, I landed our house sitter Hailey, who stayed with her in my absence. 

Well, Teddy continued to improve. The meds were working! 

She came back to us in her perfect, gorgeous, glorious glory.

Well, she isn't in perfect health, but she's perfect to me. She's my little miracle cat.

This girl is loaded with quirky goodness! This chair rest nesting place of hers was caught in a google hangout. She jumped on the back of my chair as I was filming live, did a big stretch, and went to sleep right behind my head. I stifled laughter the entire time, attempting to carry on like a true pro.

She only drinks water outside. It has to be ice cold or no go. So she needs to be let out where water bowls galore reside. Hey, whatever works!

At night, I wait for the pitter patter of her little feet thumping down the hallway, then 'thump'... she's jumps on the bed, starts her purrrrrring routine, nudges me, then slips under the covers for a snuggle. 

I fall asleep like that every. single. night. 

I. Die.

Her newest name is Monkey. She gets these bursts of power and bolts like a greyhound dog is after her. It's her thyroid that kicks in every now and then. Hence... monkey.

Well, my little monkey is welcome to snooze on my chair anytime she wishes!

And guess where she is right this minute while I type this up... {nuzzle...}

It just felt like a good day to celebrate her. And celebrate it with her.

Here's where Teddy ripped out our downstairs carpet...

more info on that thyroid issue...

a post honouring our pets with a linkup...

And all the pet posts in one long scroll are HERE.

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