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A Cat And A Bobbin

When I was first married – during that very first year of wedded bliss, actually – my then-wife’s cat swallowed a sewing bobbin. This story is about that event.

Gucci was a handsome gray Siamese cat — a purebred blue tip or silver tip Siamese — something of that nature. He was part of the marriage package and we got along quite well (the cat and me). And as cats go, he was curious and temperamental.

In that first year of marriage, we lived in a small two bedroom apartment above a furniture store on main street in smallville Iowa. My former wife enjoyed crafty things as many women do. In fact she was an interior designer at the time and our little flat was appropriately decorated with fineries that managed to find their way home from the design studio in her super-sized carrying bag. The spare bedroom was the crafts room and in it was all her sewing gear. It’s here where she made linen shower curtains and tie backs, draperies, costumes, pillows and other crafts too. It’s also here that Gucci found the sewing kit that included tiny bobbins loaded with various colored thread.

One evening, when my children’s mother returned home from work she found Gucci racing about the apartment at high speed – slamming his hind end into a wall and spinning about to race the other direction. She finally caught up with him and noticed a Bobbinlength of thread coming from his ass. Purple thread. She naturally pulled the thread thinking it would come out. It did not. Gucci, the magic cat, had a piece of magic thread and somewhere in his bowels sat a bobbin spinning inside him whenever he licked at the thread, or whenever someone pulled on it.

It was time to pay a visit to the local vet.

After a few x-rays, the vet confirmed that the cat had, indeed, swallowed a bobbin. The vet explained that because of the bobbin’s size, the cat would not likely pass it naturally. This left two options: a) surgery and b) “assisting” in the passage of said bobbin.

We were newly married. We had no disposable income to afford on a cat surgery…in fact we were so poor we bought the large package of Wonder Bread, divided the loaf evenly and froze half to make sure it would sustain us for a full two weeks. With the vet’s agreement, we opted for Option B in hopes the bobbin could be pushed from Gucci’s intestines.

Holding the cat firmly on the vet’s exam table, Mr. Vet began massaging Gucci’s abdomen. He worked the bobbin slowly and within a minute or two, “clink, clink…” the metal bobbin met the metal exam table and the cat gave a huge sigh.

I’d like to say Gucci returned to his normal state after that episode. However, upon returning home he promptly chewed all the fur from the base of his tail and wouldn’t let anyone near him for a week. He was inconsolable. He did, eventually, become a shadow of his old, pre-bobbin, self…but it took a few months. Perhaps cats have short memories.

He lived to be 17 years old and provided many humorous stories – many of which involve hairballs in the middle of the night.

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