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Anyone use anything for fleas that isn't applied to the neck? Our two groom each other all the time, and will probably get poisoned of we use the drops.
 
Anyone use anything for fleas that isn't applied to the neck? Our two groom each other all the time, and will probably get poisoned of we use the drops.


I use pills for Cat. Credellio. They work differently to the drops but I can’t recall the details now. Less broad acting or something? Dunno but they seem to do the work of keeping the fleas out and away okay.

He is so fussy and pernickety about his fur feeling icky that the drops were cruel for him.

I’m not permitted to touch him unless my hands are clean, and even then only with his express permission, and never after he’s just finished grooming. The oily drops on the back of his neck was a torture for him and it seemed like the sensation haunted him long after it had dried and dissipated.
 
So I have a question. I’ve always wondered about this.

If your cat is doing the Song of War with another cat, do you interrupt or stay well out of it?

Now he’s older and bolder Cat is able to stand his ground with other cats. He’s only ever turned up once with a wound abscess and only occasionally has minor swipe marks across his nose, so he seems able to take care of himself okay.

Yesterday I heard the Song of War and went to take a look and he was side on (you know how they do) with one of the many cats who use my wall and garden as a thoroughfare. Most of them just go straight through with no attempt to bother Cat, and he patrols access points in a calm and fair manner.

Recently I’ve noticed the occasional smell of tom around the outside of the back door and I’ve assumed it was one of the travellers nipping down off the public throughway to assert himself. I don’t think Cat is spraying there. He’s never sprayed indoors, I’ve never seen him do it, and apart from this I’ve never even smelt spray around the outside.

So I wasn’t surprised to see Cat squared up to this fella right alongside the cat flap. I watched for a while (always fascinating to watch them in their private world) and Cat seemed to be in charge. The other fella had his ears laid back, his eyes narrow and his face turned away. I know these things rarely develop into fights, it’s a show-and-tell exercise.

What would you do? What’s the best thing to do? Abide by the Prime Directive and refrain from all and any interference? Or let it be known you’re around and that your cat has back up troops?
 
He does have that slightly dopey look about him there stavros


As well as being a bit of a slug-a-bed, Cat is also a slow awakener. He’ll wake up, lay there with his eyes open for a bit, maybe fall back into sleep, if not then he’ll have a desultory face-and-hands bath, and slowly make his way to the kitchen. He then sits on the cold tiled floor for a bit. I’ve learned not to bother offering anything other than the slightest greeting at this point. Once the cold tiles have perked him up a bit he’ll wander over for some water, and only then will he ask to go outside. Five minutes later he’s back and ready for breakfast biscuits.

To be fair, some mornings he’s perky and full of beans, darting towards the door and asking to be let out, then I don’t see him for hours before he’s ready for breakfast.


He does have a cat flap. He’s trained me to do the door duties by mind control.
 
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Randy steps up and chases out Harvey, who's the streets luncheon vulture, but battles brings scars. Here he is with his cone of shame. Doped to the eyeballs on gabapentin. I've never seen him so loved up. I'll pop a pregab later and we can have a cuddle puddle.

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£500 the little fucker cost me.
 
gsv and I have agreed we're slightly worried about Vastra's weightloss now and we need to get her to the vets - initially it just seemed like it might be down to a change in diet, but it seems to be continuing. She's still eating and drinking and generally seems her normal self, so I'm not too worried necessarily, but needs checking out. Unfortunately usual vets closed last year, so asking street whatsapp group where people use as we do have plenty of mogs on the street.
 
gsv and I have agreed we're slightly worried about Vastra's weightloss now and we need to get her to the vets - initially it just seemed like it might be down to a change in diet, but it seems to be continuing. She's still eating and drinking and generally seems her normal self, so I'm not too worried necessarily, but needs checking out. Unfortunately usual vets closed last year, so asking street whatsapp group where people use as we do have plenty of mogs on the street.
Hope all's good with her and she's feline OK. (((Cloo and Vastra)))
 
Got a couple of vet recommendations from neighbours. gsv was the last one to take her to the vets when she seemed to have got over being really angry about going there - the vet literally remembered her from a few years earlier when she'd been furious, but that time she was OK. It was funny because she's such a non-angry cat but she used to seriously lose her shit a the vets, it was hissing central.

I'm not sure we have a cat box anymore, may need to ask a neighbour to borrow one.
 
So I have a question. I’ve always wondered about this.

If your cat is doing the Song of War with another cat, do you interrupt or stay well out of it?

Now he’s older and bolder Cat is able to stand his ground with other cats. He’s only ever turned up once with a wound abscess and only occasionally has minor swipe marks across his nose, so he seems able to take care of himself okay.

Yesterday I heard the Song of War and went to take a look and he was side on (you know how they do) with one of the many cats who use my wall and garden as a thoroughfare. Most of them just go straight through with no attempt to bother Cat, and he patrols access points in a calm and fair manner.

Recently I’ve noticed the occasional smell of tom around the outside of the back door and I’ve assumed it was one of the travellers nipping down off the public throughway to assert himself. I don’t think Cat is spraying there. He’s never sprayed indoors, I’ve never seen him do it, and apart from this I’ve never even smelt spray around the outside.

So I wasn’t surprised to see Cat squared up to this fella right alongside the cat flap. I watched for a while (always fascinating to watch them in their private world) and Cat seemed to be in charge. The other fella had his ears laid back, his eyes narrow and his face turned away. I know these things rarely develop into fights, it’s a show-and-tell exercise.

What would you do? What’s the best thing to do? Abide by the Prime Directive and refrain from all and any interference? Or let it be known you’re around and that your cat has back up troops?
I think in your situation, I would abide by the Prime Directive (love it :D). We're having a problem now with 2 separate huge toms coming into our yard, bullying Jocky off his wall and actually chasing him almost up to the cat flap. He stops just before it, and they stop then, and carry on with their business, but he's come in the other day with a scratch on his nose and what looks to be spit on his shoulder. We have decided to get out there with a water spray and spray the bullying fuckers if we see it happening again!
 
gsv and I have agreed we're slightly worried about Vastra's weightloss now and we need to get her to the vets - initially it just seemed like it might be down to a change in diet, but it seems to be continuing. She's still eating and drinking and generally seems her normal self, so I'm not too worried necessarily, but needs checking out. Unfortunately usual vets closed last year, so asking street whatsapp group where people use as we do have plenty of mogs on the street.
Yeh, hope it's a blip and something that will pass easily.
 
I think in your situation, I would abide by the Prime Directive (love it :D). We're having a problem now with 2 separate huge toms coming into our yard, bullying Jocky off his wall and actually chasing him almost up to the cat flap. He stops just before it, and they stop then, and carry on with their business, but he's come in the other day with a scratch on his nose and what looks to be spit on his shoulder. We have decided to get out there with a water spray and spray the bullying fuckers if we see it happening again!


On this occasion I did make myself known, and I have to admit I’m not sure it was the right thing to do.
 
He does have that slightly dopey look about him there stavros


As well as being a bit of a slug-a-bed, Cat is also a slow awakener. He’ll wake up, lay there with his eyes open for a bit, maybe fall back into sleep, if not then he’ll have a desultory face-and-hands bath, and slowly make his way to the kitchen. He then sits on the cold tiled floor for a bit. I’ve learned not to bother offering anything other than the slightest greeting at this point. Once the cold tiles have perked him up a bit he’ll wander over for some water, and only then will he ask to go outside. Five minutes later he’s back and ready for breakfast biscuits.

To be fair, some mornings he’s perky and full of beans, darting towards the door and asking to be let out, then I don’t see him for hours before he’s ready for breakfast.


He does have a cat flap. He’s trained me to do the door duties by mind control.


Last night I was focussed on something and Cat came and asked me to open the door. I knew he was there and I knew what he wanted but I was focussed on something. So he came and bumped his shoulder against my ankle. I said Hello, wait a minute, and continued with my work. So he sat right where I could see him and he yawned enormously, like E N O R M O U S L Y. I might even say ostentatiously. I still didn’t get up. He stood up and circled, and sat down again and stared at me. He had my attention, I mean enough so that I noticed enough to report his behaviour here.

The cat flap is right there, nearer to him than to me. He knows how to use the cat flap. He uses the cat flap. But he was absolutely not going to use the cat flap while I was sat right there. That would go against the training protocol I guess. So he had to resort to extreme measures and laid his paws on my knees, and when I didn’t leap up immediately, he deployed the tips of his claws. Like a nuclear threat.

Obviously I leapt to my duties and opened to door for him.
 
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