I love Gordon

'Baby-steps'  may be rushing it with Gordon. This took planning.

On arrival, Gordon's tail is visible under the living-room curtains. OK...step one. Find the cat  (check)


I sat on the floor and slowly pulled the curtain back. Gordon froze and his eyes were the size of gum-balls.


"Hi Gord. How is your day going so far?" 


After 5 minutes of one-sided chatting, Gordon's eyes shrink in size and he  moves to the kitchen. OK....step two done.

He sits and stares. I move into action with the food and water. I show him my thumb and the can and his expression stays the same.

Once food is administered, I step back and sit on the floor just feet from him. He moves in to his feeding station and begins to eat, eyeing me the whole time.

"Did I mention Gordon needs insulin?" Oh, ya. I am already armed and like a cat ready to pounce I start to move slowly towards Gordon. He just keeps eating.

I place my hand on his neck and I hear a purr start. "Oh for heaven's sake, Gordon. Are you food driven or what?"

I administer the medication and Gordon never skips a beat. "DONE"


Once he's eaten he saunters away. "Gordon, want to play 'mouse on stick' with me?"



"BUG OFF" he says.

Round 2 tonight.


Hugs, Deb