Sassy cats – Sasha, the bugle girl of company B

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Sasha: I don’t feel good!

It’s the peep today with a story to tell. Wednesday morning I woke up to the sound of nothing. No noise of any sort. This hasn’t happened since March 2, 2019, which is the day that Sasha moved in. She had been interviewing prospective servants for months but none of them appealed to her. We didn’t give her much choice. We swooped down in a snowstorm and picked her up from her foster mom without a pre-meet. She sang the song of her people on the 2-hour drive home. Then she proceeded to train us. It was exhausting for her. We are slow learners.

Back to Wednesday. Sasha is the sentry, the drill sergeant and the bugle girl of Company B! She heralds us with showtunes, operettas or hard rock every morning starting anywhere from 5:30 on. It starts with warmups. She toots in earnest around 6:30.

I got up to check. She was nowhere around. She did not come out for breakfast. That has never happened before. I was beside myself. Morgan was having a hairball episode. That didn’t help. She was hacking away and couldn’t get it up. (This is when I wonder why I have cats!)

I was trying to help!

Gus ate well (and was willing to eat Sasha’s share) and Morgan got some food down too but no sign of Sasha. She was under the guest bed, her safe spot. I couldn’t reach her unless I used a broom stick to scoot her out. I let her be.

In the basement I found the remains of her breakfast and dinner from the day before all barfed up. Something was wrong. At the least, she had a bellyache. At worst it was something deadly and terminal (so guess where my head went). I felt compelled to get more information before I took her to the vet. (The real story is that my day was booked full and I couldn’t take her nor could I get an appointment before the end of the day if not the next day.)

People were in the house during the day, and she stayed in her safe spot. I was sad and neurotic. Should I have rushed her to the ER vet (and paid a ton of money) or was waiting just a little the right decision?

After everyone left (around 4 p.m.) she came down and calmly sat waiting for her dinner. I asked how she was and she gave me a soft meow. (Who was this cat and what did they do with my bossy loud Sasha?) I gave her a can of cat food, and she wanted more so she got another ½ can. At that point I was afraid it would all come back up and tried to explain that to her. She grumbled that she should have adopted the red headed woman back in 2019. Yep, my cat was back. I was still cautious.

Thursday morning, the bugler was tuning up at 6:15 and reveille happened at 6:30. I never thought I’d say this but that was the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard.

Sometimes what seems annoying in the moment is really all you want.

67 thoughts on “Sassy cats – Sasha, the bugle girl of company B”

  1. I’ve been in moving hell since the 5th, sorry I’m late in responding. So sorry Sasha was under the weather. I hope she’s back to conducting choir practice. Gotta get back to the mountains of boxes but wanted to let you know I’m thinking of you all and sending pawsitive thoughts.

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    • The back story is that she was rescued as a kitten from an outdoor pack. Every time someone came to adopt her she hid behind the washer-dryer until they adopted another kitten. She was transferred to a foster home to get more socialization. She continued to be uncooperative. The foster is a friend and when she was a year old (way too long to be in a rescue for a beautiful cat) I said I’d take her. She was not happy and yodeled all the way home. I had other cats and she settled in quickly. She likes cats better than people. She’s very loving to my husband and me but hides from strangers. She’s not a cat you want to put in a carrier and take to a vet.

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      • That’s an interesting story, especially her hiding. She was waiting for the right person to come along. Cats have an instinct for these things. My friend has a tuxedo cat and is bringing it home for Christmas – I can’t wait to meet her. She is also a rescue cat and very timid.

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  5. That’s why I can’t have pets anymore … that gut punch you get when they are sick and you know it and they can’t tell you what is wrong. I’m glad everything was okay with Sasha … perhaps she just was testing you to see how much she is loved so she could feel smug about it. 🙂

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      • Go figure with the spam – sigh. I often think of the companionship outweighing the loss. For me, it would definitely be a companion pet as I have no family. I just can’t bring myself to do it. My friend Ann Marie moved to assisted living last July and could no longer keep her African Grey parrot. It was about 10 years old – they live for decades. I thought about taking it as she hinted about me taking it but didn’t ask me, but who would take it if it outlived me? My house is small and they had a huge cage for it and those big birds need to be outside the cage on a perch stand as well.

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  12. I have to say, this had me on the seat of my chair…the drama of where she could be. How smart is she to have a safe place to go to. Sorry she was sick and so glad she’s all well. And I’ll bet she sounds just like one of the Andrew Sisters who sang that song. Does he dance too?

    I love the snow flakes.

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  16. Glad she’s OK. Maybe she got a chill to her stomach or was just feeling out of sorts.
    We had a similar scare with Maya on Tuesday night. She was subdued and ready for bed at 8pm. Her breathing was a bit squeaky, and she made several really strange noises, so we were anxious, taking it in turns to watch her as she slept until lights out at 11. She got Hubby up just after midnight, definite pull of the wrist, wanting to go out. Big poo, then back to bed and sleep. We think it may be because she was really spoilt at the carvery and had beef as well as turkey as a treat, so too rich for her. Either that, or her worming pills hit her hard. We have to give them 48 hours before or after her flea treatments. New vet, so new meds and this is the second innings of these.

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  17. Yep, I would have hit the floor beside myself and going to look for her. I think company upset her usually tranquil home and she just got her tummy in a twist. Good to hear she got her horn tootin’ on Thursday. I think she isn’t a company kinda gal… I know I am not much for company. I wonder if Gus checked on her 🐱

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  19. I’m glad she’s okay. I remember well the snowstorm in which you came here and swooped her up. She had been avoiding potential adopters for some months, but she knew a good thing when she met you!

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  20. Oh I’m ever so glad this story had a happy ending……it made me think though – I have days when I think I’ll be taking my last breath before dark comes but I feel better as the day goes on and next day it’s like it happened to someone else. I suspect animals of all types have bad days. The more “emotional” animals are I guess we humans are more aware of that – Sasha’s bugle calls missing and her being under the bed all day – it’s like they’re saying “JUST LEAVE ME ALONE FOR A WHILE – I’LL BE BETTER SOON” or some version of that. Teddy disappears frequently (in a 3 story house there are plenty of hidey spots)……..and if I go looking for him I can generally find him due to the loud snoring. I hope Sasha’s “incident” is OVER and it sounds like it is. Feels good to have them “back” doesn’t it……….

    Hugs, Pam

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