Cat resilience

Yesterday I woke up to the sound of a cat heaving. I thought it was Tisha because he usually has the hairballs, but when I got out of bed, there was Lyapa with a long black thread sticking out of her mouth. I jumped up and started pulling it out. It stuck fast, and Lyapa hissed and tried to back away. I realized, horrified, that the thread had been threaded through a needle stuck in my pincushion, and I was deathly afraid that that was why it wouldn’t come out of Lyapa’s mouth — she had swallowed the needle and it was stuck in her throat. Erik came over and helped hold Lyapa down, and the thread snapped and came out. We chased her down and I opened her mouth and peered into it. I did not see any signs of a needle.

Then I got to the dining table, where I had my sewing set up, and saw that the white threaded needle I had left in the pincushion was also gone. I don’t know my sewing supplies well enough to keep track of all the needles, so I couldn’t tell whether any were missing, but I kind of thought they were. We could only hope someone would step on one of them later…

This evening, Erik found two needles embedded (encased, actually) in a poop in the cat box. So Lyapa ate the thread and needles, they passed through her system, and now I know not to leave threaded needles out where she can get them… and she appears to be fine. *knocks on wood and crosses fingers*

Oh, and in other news, we saw Up and it’s ridiculously good AND incredibly emotional.