I have news! Mau is no longer our foster cat. After three months of fostering, we found him a loving home!
Drum roll please!
After seriously considering the commitment of another cat, Mau’s needs and happiness (he really loves Aaron), how he fit our home, and that he ultimately got along with Garrus and Charlie after an adjustment period, we decided to adopt him! We are officially a three cat household with an established clowder – and three foster fails (or would that be wins?)!
We made BLTs for dinner. Quite yummy. As a result the kitchen smells a bit bacon-y. Later the cats ask for a visit in the master bedroom. I oblige. As I pet Garrus I notice something unusual. His fur does not have its usual clean aroma. (Garrus is a most fastidious cat.) Instead it smells like bacon. So does Charlie’s and Mau’s.
My cats smell like bacon. I wonder if they are aware of this. Now I want another BLT.
The clowder lines up on the bed for adoration.
I’ve been rather busy with school so I haven’t been able to blog as much as I would like. With that said, here is Mau smugly luxuriating in the cat tree cubby.
Happy Tuesday everyone!
Mau likes to snooze on the cat tree and purrs most happily whenever he gets a visit.
Aaron brought Charlie home from the vet…and we realized that he had urinated in the carrier AFTER we let him out. We didn’t want him tracking urine all over the house so we had to deal with that right way. Sullen and stressed out from being at the vet’s office, he was decidedly NOT happy about being picked up and brought into the bathroom. Up until now, we had not needed to bath either Garrus or Charlie, so we were not sure if Charlie would submit kindly to this or if we would lose blood.
Time for a second bath!
Charlie made several rather churlish sounds and tried to hide beneath the cabinets or the bathtub, but to no avail – Aaron bathed him. After the water ran for a bit and Charlie got thoroughly wet, he stopped complaining and resigned himself to his fate. Once out of the tub, he was happier and didn’t fuss at all as we dried him. We toweled him off as best we could and agreed that he would not likely tolerate being blow-dried off, so we let him go. He’s still cleaning himself off but he has allowed us to approach him without glaring at us suspiciously. Garrus, for his part, is quite happy to have his buddy back.
Garrus wants to help with the cleaning up.
Charlie needed to get his annual shots, so we made an appointment and planned to wrangle a distressed cat. We know that putting a towel over his head makes him less stressed out, so we had that ready. We closed doors to all the rooms. But he freaked out and refused to move out of the cubby in the cat tower. After much wrangling, coaxing, and the strategic placement of a towel around him, we ended up with…a most unhappy burrito.
Don’t worry – Charlie can breathe just fine under the towel.
After Aaron left with Charlie, Garrus emerged from under the bed and – shock! – started squeak-meowing! I’m pretty sure he was looking for his buddy. He came into my office and gave me an accusatory look. I reassured him with pets but Garrus didn’t look completely convinced. I expect that when Charlie returns from the vet, there will be a reunion snuggle.
Garrus is hanging out in my office, looking sad and asking for pets.
Having three cats – all boys, with very different personalities – is a fun lesson in cat ownership. I’ve noticed that all three regularly play by themselves and with each other. It’s a common occurrence for a scamper session to start before we wake up in the morning and continue during breakfast. Another preferred time to bat toys around and tell everyone about it is right when we’re going to bed. Charlie in particular likes to warble when he plays – I’ve been working on getting video and audio of it so I can share it with you here on Purry Home Companion.
Hooray the boys are getting along! Apparently Charlie and Garrus are starting to see Mau as belonging to their social group.
Garrus and Mau chill on the ottoman.
“Hi Mom. I really want the blue blanket for myself but Charlie won’t move. Maybe we can snuggle instead.” ~Mau
They both fit!
Charlie and Mau shared the cat tree! Charlie got his spot back!
Do your cats get along? Are they friends with each other? Does your cat have a dog friend? Share your stories in the comments!
Garrus remains unconcerned.