Showing posts with label Furry Slugs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Furry Slugs. Show all posts

Saturday Quotes

One is never sure, watching two cats washing each other, whether it's affection,
the taste, or a trial run for the jugular.
~Helen Thomson




(Not that the furry slugs woke me up at 6 this morning with brotherly affection
gone sadly astray, or anything)

Catty Commentary

The Mystery of the Cat who Wouldn't Stop Peeing

Brown Owl (who doesn't have a blog, but could and should) suggested that I might particularly enjoy Lilian Jackson Braun's The Cat Who series. . .

Right now, I'm living a particular the cat who hell of my very own.

The hell of a cat who is "inappropriately eliminating"

It started in August, when Mr. Spit's files came home from his old job, and were promptly peed on. It's continued. Some clothing, more paper, a jacket of Mr. Spit's, their cat beds. . .

The vet assures us they don't have bladder infections. Possibly crystals in their urine, so we switched to super premium only available from the vet food. But, still with the peeing.

And there is . . . This smell, by my computer. We thought it was caused by the pee in the basement, right next to the return air vent that is attached the vent right by my computer, but we have cleaned up the pee in that room, put in a volcanic rock deodorizer, closed the door to keep the cats out, and taped over the vent for now, to allow the smell to dissipate.

But still, there is a smell around my computer. It smells awful. Terrible. Icky.

So, tonight, I went to Pet Smart. I bought:
  • a feliway diffuser for the dinning room plug in (where my computer is)
  • Some feliway hormone spray
  • Wheat litter for the litter boxes, in case the boys don't like their old Costco litter (possibly not chichi enough to go with the vet food?)
  • Some natural herbs that promise to attract the boys to their litter box.
At the suggestion of the lady at the store (who was at least able to sympathize), I have hauled out Max's litter box, on the suggestion that possibly one cat is exercising dominance over the other, and preventing access to the litter box.

My craft room is now accessorized with a litter box, you know, just in case.

I spent a good portion of this evening, crawling around on my hands and knees, sniffing for cat pee, and wiping down with Nature's Miracle where I found it.

Then after that, I went around spraying with the Feliway hormone spray. Feliway, which promises a happy cat. The furry slugs ignored the entire process.

Even though I am dead tired, the nice lady at the pet store also suggested quality time with the furry slugs, so I'm going to the out the feather thing and play with the cats for a bit as well.

Here's the Important Question:


Have I missed anything? Is there anything else I could or should do?

The Spits Go to the Vet

I would complain that the vet visit was $580, with the promise of another $100 in 2 weeks (ear mites).

But I won't. As I was paying the bills and Mr. Spit was hefting the expensive prescription cat food to the car, the owners came in with the lovely grey cat.

Unlike many long hairs, she was immaculately groomed. She was happy in his arms, and when I went to pet her, I saw the tumor on her face.

And she was there to be euthanized, and his eyes were liquid, and the cat's were trusting, and my heart was breaking.

And I walked back over, and when they announced the total was $580, I changed my tune and I said that will be fine, and handed over my bank card, and Mr. Spit hefted $80 worth of vet food for the boys (that will hopefully help with the peeing everywhere problem).

I made another appointment for 2 weeks, go get another set of shots for everyone, to deal with the ear mites, and I was thankful that money was all it took.

A very wise woman once told me that if it was a problem you could solve with money, it wasn't a problem at all.

And I'm thinking of a grey cat, and an age spotted hand that petted her with the familiarity of 15 or so years, and I'm thinking of a hand with nothing to pet tonight, and she's right.

The worst things in the world will never be solved by money.

If it can be solved with money, it's not a problem.

Huh?


The animals are playing poker now?

The cat toy mouse represents Toby going all in?

Delta had a Royal Flush, so she got to keep her toy?

Let's hope it wasn't strip poker. . .

$187 CAD

Canada Day Stash. Don't look at me like that. It was on sale. On Sale. At it's for already established projects. (well, mostly, except for the stuff that isn't. Why do you have to be like this anyway?)


Toby doesn't care about the stash either.