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I have come to the conclusion that my cat (Caleigh) is suicidal. I have proof. It isn’t just my imagination. There are three “situations” that have led me to this conclusion.

First, as you saw in my last post, I have taken up a new hobby. While I am painting, I dip the brushes in a bowl of water to clean them. Caleigh has decided this is precisely the water she wants to drink. OFF THE KITCHEN TABLE. This can’t be good for her.

Second, Matt was running on the treadmill on Saturday when I heard **thump thump thump**. The lovely kitty had tried to jump onto the front of the fast moving treadmill. Obviously, this didn’t work out so well for her. Thankfully, she didn’t break anything on herself or my husband.

Finally, (and this one’s the kicker) she lit herself on fire. That’s right, I said she lit herself on fire. I was doing what most normal people do – I had a candle lit on the kitchen counter when I look up and see a big flame. Oh my gosh, that big flame is my cat’s tail!!! She walked by the candle and apparently dipped her tail in it.  She had no idea she was on fire because she has so much hair.  As I am screaming, “Oh my gosh, Oh my gosh” and lunging at her, Matt is getting up and wondering what the heck is happening. By the time I get to the cat, she has fanned the fire out herself. She proceeds to run away leaving black ash all over the kitchen floor that the dog proceeds to want to lick up. We then have to put the dog up and get the cat to take her outside and brush her tail. She wasn’t burnt at all – just the hair. I don’t think she even knows what happened.

But now I am convinced she is eliminating her nine lives one at a time. Why Caleigh?  Do you not like your brother Ellwood? Do you want to live somewhere else? Our poor kitty cat.

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