Lacy - The Cat Who Cries Wolf (or does she)

I decided to go ahead and write a few things about Lacy.  Lacy is a hard one to figure out.  My aunt swears that something is wrong with her, yet she has been taken to the vet on numerous occasions and received a clean bill of health, except for a minor upper respiratory infection.  I confess that I do not have an exact age for her, so I don't know how far up in years she is getting to be.

Lacy is "The Chosen One."  Her siblings know this, I know this, everyone knows this.  Lacy, to her credit, milks this for all that it's worth.  Something is always wrong with Lacy, always.  Ceji watches her like a hawk.  Puppy and Feddy firmly believe they could be lying in extreme pain and still would not receive half of the attention that Lacy gets.  Not true...it's just the way they feel.
 
When I first arrived on the scene Lacy was not allowed to walk on her own, or so it seemed.  I was informed that she had a problem with one of her legs and could not jump onto or off of the bed, sofa, etc. Ceji would carry her throughout the house and all that was missing was the satin pillow.  When Lacy would walk, she did so with a limp.  She would either hold her leg completely off the ground, or limp like you or I would.  On occasion she would give her best impersonation of a German soldier.  The type of limp exhibited changed from day to day. 


I started noticing a few things...when Lacy felt she was alone, she walked just fine.  No limp, no nothing.  She also had no problems getting onto or off any surface.  From time to time, Lacy also seemed to "forget" that she was supposed to be "disabled."  She would venture into the kitchen for food and then realize the leg was touching the floor and POOF up it would come.  I told Ceji of my observations, yet she continued to swear that Lacy could not walk without difficulty.  She did admit however, that Lacy had been examined and her leg had been twisted, turned and probed with no findings of any problems.  AWWW HAW!  I urged Ceji to stop carying her around like an infant and everytime I observed Lacy limping I would tell her to put her foot on the ground.  To make a long story short....Lacy no longer limps.  Her bluff was called and she had to give up the charade.

Now, I am not an expert on the behavior of cats.  Was her foot really giving her problems....no, I don't think so, because of the following:

No discomfort when leg was touched....ruled out arthritis.....carrying too much weight (possibly).  With that being said, I will touch upon the sensitive subject of weight in the next few posts.  Yes, there is a weight problem on Tate Street.  As with any female, they don't like to talk about it.  They refuse to acknowledge there is a problem.  Don't we all.