Our cats like their routine and stick to it – and steadfastly ignore Daylight Savings Time. Now that we are no longer free-feeding so that Mau gets his Tylosin and to ensure everyone gets equal portions (and thus prevent pigging out or bullying), the cats let us know when they’re hungry. Mau, in particular, is very vocal when he thinks it’s time for dinner and would like to lodge a complaint with management about the delay in service. This afternoon he took it upon himself to get dinner now.
After the cats finish eating, we take the bowls up and put them in the pantry, with the door firmly closed. Why? If we put them on the counter, Mau might climb up and help himself to his food along with everyone else’s (we’ve caught him doing this in the past, hence why we now put the bowls in the pantry). That is not a habit we want him to continue – counters are not acceptable places for kitties in our house – and we don’t want Mau to teach Garrus and Charlie this habit either. Mau decided to go counter surfing and climbed onto the trash can to get leverage. He promptly knocked over the trash can and a couple things off the counter (unbreakable, fortunately) and skittered off, startled by the CRASH. I saw him skedaddle and followed him into the hallway. He turned and gave me such a look of innocence with those big, slightly googly blue eyes. It’s difficult to get mad at him because he’s so cute.
Cue the dramatic yammering. “Mama, I’m STARVING! FEED ME NOW BEFORE I WASTE AWAY INTO NOTHINGNESS! Oh, by the way, I have no idea how the trash can got knocked over. I had absolutely nothing to do with that and I wasn’t anywhere near the counter. See? I’m too adorable and TOO HUNGRY.”
Charlie and Garrus, hearing the drama unfold from their snoozing spots in the bedroom, came out to give their two cents and squeaked too – comments from the peanut gallery, I suppose. At least they were more polite about it and even threw in prancey walks and tail hugs with their “please feed me” requests. Cats are so demanding.
Garrus contemplates his dinner options next to the ottoman.
Charlie tries to be coy after squeaking up a storm.
Are your cats fed on a schedule? How do they react to Daylight Savings Time? When they are hungry, how do they let you know? Share in the comments!
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.
Sometimes the cats decide to doze on the bed. Garrus tends to curl up near the pillows and looks at us like we just insulted his mother if we ask him to move so we can sleep too. Such a snooty face! But, because he is a Gentleman Cat, he does move.
“It’s only Wednesday? How disappointing. I’m going to nap on your side then.” ~Garrus
“Pardon me, but I believe these jeans belong to me. I find them most comfortable. I’m sure you won’t miss them.” ~Garrus
Occasionally we can convince him that he doesn’t have to move immediately and instead could just enjoy a bed visit. Even if he starts purring, more often than not he’ll still give us a healthy dose of side-eye. I’m pretty sure if he could speak in English, he would be a deadpan snarker.
If your cats could talk, what do you think they would say? Would they have a sense of humor? Share in the comments!
Aaron and I visited the Pflugerville Animal Shelter for two hours this afternoon, originally intending to see Mau. We’re still waiting for him to be transferred to APA and receive more intensive treatment for his dental issues. In the meantime, we get to visit!
When I visited last week, there was a litter of seven kittens. Two of them–the black and the white and grey bicolor–were adopted last week. The grey will be adopted tomorrow. But now the adoption room has four more kittens–9 total! I can verify that they were indeed most precious.
These three were mellow and super-cuddly and freely demonstrated their excellent purring technique. (You can see the third’s rear end sticking up. He took kneading on the bed very seriously.)
This little girl was positively loquacious! Her brother had been adopted late last week so she did not like being by herself, and let everyone know how unfair it was.
“GIMME ATTENTION NOW!” The grey tabby (the only girl in the litter of seven, now five) was a little diva.
“Love me please?” These orange and grey furballs wanted all the smooches.
Stay tuned for Part Two!
I wrote this anecdote one year ago. I want to continue sharing these stories about Boudicca and Nala as a way of remembering and celebrating their lives.
Whenever I come home, this is the reception I get:
Boudicca: *previously sound asleep the entire time I was gone, wakes up when I come in through the door* Mama! Mama! Why did you leave me? Mama! Love me, pet me, pick me up! Feed me! Is it lap time yet?
Me: No, Boudicca. It’s time to put away groceries.
Boudicca: Mama! Why are you not in your office? I’m quite concerned when you are in a different room than me. Is it lap time yet?
Me: *picks up 10 lb Slinky cat* Forgive me now?
Boudicca: Oh my person loves me. PURR. PURR. PURR. *goes googly and kneads in the air*
Two minutes later, Boudicca has passed out again. She has such a hard life, obviously.
Boudicca has still not realized that she is not a dog.
I shared this little anecdote on Facebook one year ago, a few months before I started Purry Home Companion. It’s been three weeks since I said goodbye to Boudicca but she will always be my beloved Queen B in my heart.
This exchange happens nearly every time I open the sliding laundry doors…
Boudicca: Mama, whatcha doing? Can I help? I must be involved in every activity you do!
Me: Moving laundry.
Boudicca: I must explore this place for the 4,638th time! *sneaks in as I close the doors*…Um, Mama? Why is it dark in here? Mama? OMG I’ve been abandoned and imprisoned forever! I am now INCREDIBLY CONCERNED. Meow. Meow. Mreow. MROW.
Me: Boudicca, you’ve been in there for 2.3 seconds. Calm down. *I open the doors*
Boudicca: I must make epic prison break! I am FREE AT LAST! *darts out of laundry closet and proceeds with highly googly zoomies around the house*
In seventeen years, Boudicca hasn’t learned much and it’s still hilarious.
I apologize for not posting more regularly but I’ve been quite busy with graduate school stuff. However, I did want to share this update with you:
- Boudicca is doing well. She eats like a Hobbit with up to six small meals of wet food a day. She is now on a pill form of a medication to treat her hyperthyroidism. We had previously been using a transdermal compounded gel but it did not work. Some cats are resistant to transdermal medications so Dr. R suggested we switch to a pill, considering that we can crush it up and mix it in with the wet food along with her usual anti-inflammatory, Miralax, and probiotic.
- Garrus is also eating wet food. This is in addition to the kibble we offer because he still needs to gain weight. Plus, he seems to prefer the texture of wet food. By giving him his own small portion, he guards and lurks around Boudicca less and doesn’t bolt into a room to get any of her leftovers. Lately he has surprised us by squeaky-meowing as we prepare apportion the cats’ meals. Up until now he has essentially been the feline British Silent Bob since he never “talked”. It’s pretty amusing when all three cats start talking in unison. Boudicca has the lowest pitched meow while the boys have high-pitched squeaks and cheeps. I’ll try to get it on video when possible.
- Charlie is adorable as usual. He is a cheerful and affable busybody who visits us regularly in the morning and loses most of his toys under things nearly every day. He is always utterly delighted when I find and return his toys, especially his springs.
I was tidying my desk when Garrus politely but assertively decided to ask for attention. Who could resist that face?
Charlie enjoys his new sunbathing spot. A sun-warmed tummy is a happy tummy.
Sunbathing loaf cat. Right after I took this photo Queen B presented me with her forehead so I could give her a kiss and adoration.
We started sorting laundry when Garrus claimed this towel and sun spot for himself. He didn’t want to give it up, so we let him enjoy it until he decided to got up to play with a crinkle ball.
As you can surmise, my cats have a very hard life…They’re not spoiled or slightly over-loved at all!