Cassie and Lyra were supposed to be going to the cattery today, but I accidentally set the cat flap to “in only” instead of “locked” and Lyra hooked a claw under the edge, squeezed out and ran off. So I guess I will have to drop them off promptly at 9am tomorrow and hope not to be late for church (I’m preaching). I was hoping to clean the house and pack ready to leave on Sunday afternoon without the cats around.
I will be bringing them in early this evening if at all possible, and checking the cat flap is at the correct setting!
When I had the GD pups lots of them were toy destroyers. I kept stuffies for playing with them and put the toy away when unsupervised. All but one grew out of it. 🙂🐾
Our Westie had to have non-digestible items surgically removed from his insides*. This is not something he appears to have learnt from. His understanding of what constitutes “food“ is very (sometimes disgustingly) catholic. We just have to keep a close eye on him, although on the whole he doesn’t destroy things around the house.
(*Thank goodness for insurance which covered the four figure cost of this operation.)
Good grief @BroJames that's a big bill and glad you had insurance.
This week Monet the fluffy has been off his food. He seems to go through periods of fussy eating and rejecting what has up to date been his favourite. Fortunately yesterday at the shops I found a very appropriately branded type of new food to try Fussy Cat. Thank goodness he has eaten one sachet yesterday and one today. It mightn't be a permanent solution, but If I have 3 different varieties on the go, surely one will be a go-er.
Our Elizabeth used to have a favourite food, and reject everything else, until one day (usually the day after we had bought a large multi-pack of the current favourite) she would start refusing it. We'd try a couple of other brands and she'd be very keen on one. So we'd feed her that until one day (usually the day after we had bought a large multi-pack of the current favourite) she would start refusing it. Rinse. Repeat.
The description of your situation @North East Quine mirrors our own exactly. We currently have two boxes of multi flavour options in the drawer (different brands) and a box of the single flavour fallback choice. I thought we were having success with the latest multiflavour as he ate all the options, but on the second round of sachets, one now appears to be rejected (of course it has been).
We also have dry biscuits for the other cat who doesn't eat wet food. I have caught the fussy cat snacking on this occasionally, so I know he is eating, perhaps he is just not in the mood. At least he is not like one of our previous cats, he has not yet made the "burying motion" as if it were his business he was trying to cover up.
I decided to take the train to Sydney today for a day out. As usual, as soon as I open my chest-of-drawers my dog comes running in, ready for his morning walk. I had to say, "No, not today, I'm going out."
Such a sad face and he walked slowly out. I feel like such a meanie. Extra long walk tomorrow I think.
Mochi stopped eating completely on Wednesday but seemed well; we assumed she had a bit of a bug. On Thursday she only ate a tiny bit of food. Friday when I got up she seemed keen to have breakfast but threw up before we got to the kitchen; TMI, but there was some long dried grass in it so I assumed that was what had been irritating her and causing a blockage.
She was still looking perfectly healthy, not distressed or anything, and she would let me stroke her tummy so she clearly wasn’t in pain. Mr Heavenly was convinced she was constipated (despite me not causing distress when examining her tummy) so I gave her a teaspoon of olive oil, and later gave her a small amount of milk as she was still not eating and needed some hydration and nutrients. She was clearly better in the evening as she asked for some Dreamies.
This morning she refused breakfast and went outside to drink some fresh rain water (she seldom drinks water from her bowl). Today she has only eaten a small amount of her regular food, has refused some cat friendly chicken broth I bought for her and seems to be staring at her bowls in hope of something better appearing, possibly some more milk. She has also asked for some Dreamies instead of dinner 🙄
Our Westie had to have non-digestible items surgically removed from his insides*. This is not something he appears to have learnt from.
Ah yes, we had a golden retriever with that tendency. We finally figured out it was his solution to the “problem” of us wanting to take something from him that he didn’t want us to take from him. But we didn’t figure that out until after a few medical adventures, including surgery.
Mochi stopped eating completely on Wednesday but seemed well; we assumed she had a bit of a bug. On Thursday she only ate a tiny bit of food. Friday when I got up she seemed keen to have breakfast but threw up before we got to the kitchen; TMI, but there was some long dried grass in it so I assumed that was what had been irritating her and causing a blockage.
She was still looking perfectly healthy, not distressed or anything, and she would let me stroke her tummy so she clearly wasn’t in pain. Mr Heavenly was convinced she was constipated (despite me not causing distress when examining her tummy) so I gave her a teaspoon of olive oil, and later gave her a small amount of milk as she was still not eating and needed some hydration and nutrients. She was clearly better in the evening as she asked for some Dreamies.
This morning she refused breakfast and went outside to drink some fresh rain water (she seldom drinks water from her bowl). Today she has only eaten a small amount of her regular food, has refused some cat friendly chicken broth I bought for her and seems to be staring at her bowls in hope of something better appearing, possibly some more milk. She has also asked for some Dreamies instead of dinner 🙄
Um, this was the run-up to a very bad scenario with our Snoopy. Can you get her into the vet?
Mochi seems fine other than not eating, she is not lethargic or distressed at all. I’ve had a prod around her (I’m an ex-nurse) and she is not in pain.
She is, however, a very anxious cat and terrified of strangers; when she was at the rescue centre they had to sedate her for her medical examination. I am the only person allowed to pick her up and there is no way she would let a vet near her voluntarily; she would find it traumatic.
She had a little bit of wet food and kibble this evening. I will watch her and if she doesn’t start eating properly in the next couple of days I will take her to be looked at.
I caught Molly my dog up on my chair drinking my coffee. I had no idea she would want such a thing. Now I have to wonder if she has done this before unknown to me and I returned to continue drinking from the mug. Yuck!
Oh dear! I hope coffee isn't dangerous for dogs - I'm thinking it's from a similar source to chocolate?
Naughty Molly!
If it’s caffeinated, it’s not something particularly good for them, especially small dogs, as it can increase heart rate and blood pressure.
That said, if this wasn’t Molly’s first sip, she must handle it okay. And if it were to cause a problem, the problem would have presented itself pretty quickly.
Oh dear! I hope coffee isn't dangerous for dogs - I'm thinking it's from a similar source to chocolate?
Naughty Molly!
If it’s caffeinated, it’s not something particularly good for them, especially small dogs, as it can increase heart rate and blood pressure.
That said, if this wasn’t Molly’s first sip, she must handle it okay. And if it were to cause a problem, the problem would have presented itself pretty quickly.
Some of our pets have refined tastes.
We discovered a while back that our calico has a taste for sushi…
One of my friends had two Havanese who liked drinking her coffee. She let them each have a taste out of her mug every morning. They lived long lives in spite of it!
Molly seems head over heels for Max, a neighbor's dog. She pulls on her leash every time she sees him out for a walk and runs to greet him. Yesterday, she looked out our window to see Max greeting another dog. This morning, for the first time in three years, when we were out walking and she saw Max, she looked away and did not go to say hello. I have to think it had something to do with seeing him with the other dog.
I feel like I am watching a soap opera. Today, Molly looked at Max but did not try to approach him. He came over to her and, for the first time ever, licked her face. When they again crossed paths (his owner and I walk the same circle road in opposite directions), she walked up to him. I think all is forgiven.
I always thought @Boogie was a doggy person - is it possible to be both?
It is 🙂
But Mr Boogs doesn't like cats so we just have dogs.
This reminds me of something that happened when Mrs. Gramps and I were courting. We had got into a discussion of what type of pets we were open too. I said I preferred a dog. Mrs. Gramps said she preferred a cat. That night we both went to a class we were taking together. The instructor had us draw an ideal family. Mrs. Gramps drawing had a picture of a man and woman with two kids, but in the middle of the man and woman she placed a cat. The instructor really ate it up.
We have now been married nearly 50 years. We have always had a cat. We have only had a couple of dogs, though.
I think we stopped having dogs because we would get too attached to them and they to us. But cats are more detached by their nature.
At last we have an appointment with the vet to have our young female stray cat disorganised. Am fervently hoping that she will calm down after this. She is pulling books from shelves, emptying waste paper baskets, exploring the fridge, attacking persons who are attempting to get dressed, helping with food preparation, and the only thing she hasn't yet done is to walk across the ceilings, though not for want of trying. But she is very well-natured and likes to play.
A friend of mine has just recommended we think about fostering dogs from any of the local shelters, which are apparently more than completely full up. I'm not sure if we could do this, though, since the city won't allow us to fence our yard--and it's not far to a major busy street. I mean, we could keep the poor thing on a leash every time it goes out, but I don't trust Mr. Lamb to do that for five minute pee breaks. He's too much of an optimist, and tends to over-estimate the good behavior of people and critters both.
A friend of mine has just recommended we think about fostering dogs from any of the local shelters, which are apparently more than completely full up. I'm not sure if we could do this, though, since the city won't allow us to fence our yard--and it's not far to a major busy street. I mean, we could keep the poor thing on a leash every time it goes out, but I don't trust Mr. Lamb to do that for five minute pee breaks. He's too much of an optimist, and tends to over-estimate the good behavior of people and critters both.
Would the city allow you to put up a temporary folding fence? Our neighbor has one she unfolds across her driveway when she is out with the dog, and folds it back away when the dog is inside.
The problem is the sideyard, which is forested, but not to the point where a dog (even a bear!) couldn't get through to our neighbor's driveway, and then out onto the main road, in ten seconds flat. All the deer in the neighborhood cross through our yard that way, precisely because the city refuses to let us put up any permanent structures, including a fence, that were not there twenty years ago when we moved in. And the sideyard is maybe a hundred feet long or more?
I'm considering whether we could put up green plastic netting through the trees, where the city will hopefully not notice it. (we aren't allowed to do what our neighbors do because we're the wrong color. Yeah, you read that right)
A friend of mine has just recommended we think about fostering dogs from any of the local shelters, which are apparently more than completely full up. I'm not sure if we could do this, though, since the city won't allow us to fence our yard--and it's not far to a major busy street. I mean, we could keep the poor thing on a leash every time it goes out, but I don't trust Mr. Lamb to do that for five minute pee breaks. He's too much of an optimist, and tends to over-estimate the good behavior of people and critters both.
Daughter thought she could foster a dog. In orientation, they told her not to get too attached to it. She got too attached. Ended up adopting the dog.
We'd actually be hoping to find one we could adopt--two of us are allergic to most kinds of dogs (not horrifically so, but enough that we don't want to take on another sixteen years of living with one who makes us take decongestants all the time). We know that certain breeds don't bother us, but we can't be absolutely sure without, um, "test driving" the particular dog--and if we go about adopting one in the usual way, or simply taking the first dog in need that comes to us (like we usually do), we will certainly end up on drugs again. This way, my friend suggested, we could at least give the gift of a few nights away from the over-crowded shelter to those dogs we turn out to be allergic to; and the one we don't, well, he/she stays with us forever!
(Yes, our shelters are asking for these kinds of short term foster situations right now, according to my friend--who ought to know.)
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I will be bringing them in early this evening if at all possible, and checking the cat flap is at the correct setting!
(*Thank goodness for insurance which covered the four figure cost of this operation.)
This week Monet the fluffy has been off his food. He seems to go through periods of fussy eating and rejecting what has up to date been his favourite. Fortunately yesterday at the shops I found a very appropriately branded type of new food to try Fussy Cat. Thank goodness he has eaten one sachet yesterday and one today. It mightn't be a permanent solution, but If I have 3 different varieties on the go, surely one will be a go-er.
We cycled through three brands on rotation.
We also have dry biscuits for the other cat who doesn't eat wet food. I have caught the fussy cat snacking on this occasionally, so I know he is eating, perhaps he is just not in the mood. At least he is not like one of our previous cats, he has not yet made the "burying motion" as if it were his business he was trying to cover up.
I'll try him on a different flavour later today.
Such a sad face and he walked slowly out. I feel like such a meanie. Extra long walk tomorrow I think.
She was still looking perfectly healthy, not distressed or anything, and she would let me stroke her tummy so she clearly wasn’t in pain. Mr Heavenly was convinced she was constipated (despite me not causing distress when examining her tummy) so I gave her a teaspoon of olive oil, and later gave her a small amount of milk as she was still not eating and needed some hydration and nutrients. She was clearly better in the evening as she asked for some Dreamies.
This morning she refused breakfast and went outside to drink some fresh rain water (she seldom drinks water from her bowl). Today she has only eaten a small amount of her regular food, has refused some cat friendly chicken broth I bought for her and seems to be staring at her bowls in hope of something better appearing, possibly some more milk. She has also asked for some Dreamies instead of dinner 🙄
Um, this was the run-up to a very bad scenario with our Snoopy. Can you get her into the vet?
She is, however, a very anxious cat and terrified of strangers; when she was at the rescue centre they had to sedate her for her medical examination. I am the only person allowed to pick her up and there is no way she would let a vet near her voluntarily; she would find it traumatic.
She had a little bit of wet food and kibble this evening. I will watch her and if she doesn’t start eating properly in the next couple of days I will take her to be looked at.
Naughty Molly!
That said, if this wasn’t Molly’s first sip, she must handle it okay. And if it were to cause a problem, the problem would have presented itself pretty quickly.
Some of our pets have refined tastes.
We discovered a while back that our calico has a taste for sushi…
This reminds me of something that happened when Mrs. Gramps and I were courting. We had got into a discussion of what type of pets we were open too. I said I preferred a dog. Mrs. Gramps said she preferred a cat. That night we both went to a class we were taking together. The instructor had us draw an ideal family. Mrs. Gramps drawing had a picture of a man and woman with two kids, but in the middle of the man and woman she placed a cat. The instructor really ate it up.
We have now been married nearly 50 years. We have always had a cat. We have only had a couple of dogs, though.
I think we stopped having dogs because we would get too attached to them and they to us. But cats are more detached by their nature.
Hope the appointment goes well, Stercus Tauri.
Would the city allow you to put up a temporary folding fence? Our neighbor has one she unfolds across her driveway when she is out with the dog, and folds it back away when the dog is inside.
Daughter thought she could foster a dog. In orientation, they told her not to get too attached to it. She got too attached. Ended up adopting the dog.
(Yes, our shelters are asking for these kinds of short term foster situations right now, according to my friend--who ought to know.)