Having a three year old, a five year old new to school, a 17
year old who is a senior in High School and a 21 year old in college can have its perks and challenges, yet the challenges are nothing compared to our newest addition; Lasso the kitten.
A few weeks ago, my husband called me from his office. It seems that during his lunch, two kittens came out of the bushes and started scratching
at his shoes. Looking malnourished, my husband decided to bring them home for me to deal with. Now we already have a cat, Mr. Biggles who is an older feline with a bad attitude. Bubbles the fish was doing swimmingly after a rough start of being won at the
church bazaar. My son did his best Darla imitation from
Finding Nemo and would not stop shaking the bag. Still Bubbles survived to grace our counter and our hearts. The last thing I wanted was another thing to take care of.
I explained to my husband that I was not going to keep these cats. He told me that I could whatever I needed to, but that these
little kittens would not survive without some intervention. I explained that I would look for a no-kill shelter and wish them the best. Thirty minutes later my husband walked in the door with two ragged little pussycats that were filthy dirty. My son immediately
grabbed the grey one and named him Lasso. With two syllables he went from a stranger to a member of the family. A friend happened to be over and generously adopted Lasso’s sister. As for Lasso, he was here to stay.
Lasso soon wormed his way into our hearts. He adopted me as his mother and followed me everywhere. At night he would sleep on
my feet (that is, when he wasn’t biting them). Within three days, he became my cat. He was such a sweet little guy- until my son dangled a plastic snake in his face. The poor little guy got scared and went to lunge at my son. I grabbed him before he could
do that and suffered 4 puncture wounds in my finger and multiple scratches up and down my arm. My husband looked at my wounds and suggested I go to urgent care as he was a stray and we did not know if he was carrying anything.
Feeling stupid, I went to urgent care where I received a tetanus shot and ten days of antibiotics. Lasso received a 10 day jail
sentence. I learned that in the state of California, if you go to the doctor for an animal bite the animal must be quarantined for 10 days. During his sentence, he was visited by animal control twice. Deciding that he was far from vicious he was released
on his own recognizance.
The following week, we decided to be responsible cat owners and took our kitten to the vet to get his shots and to have him neutered.
Our little cherub decided to open a can of whoop a@@ on the vet and gave him several puncture wounds on his thumb which required a tetanus shot for the doctor and a ten days in the pen for Lasso. At this point we had the cat for 28 days and 20 of them were
spent in quarantine.
The good news is that Lasso has been sprung from jail and after a successful neutering, he is the calmest cat around. Hopefully
he will continue his rehabilitation and become a contributing member of society.
In case Lasso happens to commit assault and battery again, I have the perfect cake to hide a file in. I wish that I could
claim this cake as my own, but it is actually the carrot cake recipe made at the J Paul Getty museum. The LA Times published Mrs. Garret’s Museum Carrot Cake Recipe during the 1970s. If you have not tasted this before, it is the most moist, delicious carrot
cake that you will ever eat. Here is the link to this marvelous treat!
This cake is my absolute favorite and foolproof. Enjoy!