story
Changing the facts
I understand that time travel can be involved
Or is it translocation.
That thing when they go outside, and then you turn around and they’re right there at your heel asking for a treat. Again.
I understand that time travel can be involved
It's even more worrying when you have a cat sat on your lap, then you look away for a minute, and when you look back it's a different cat.Or is it translocation.
That thing when they go outside, and then you turn around and they’re right there at your heel asking for a treat. Again.
I'm not keen on closed doors myself so a door stop is probably the solution.And then they stand in front of the closed door complaining that it's closed and you'll think she's nagging you to be let in so you'll open the door, and then she'll refuse to go in. Cats don't like shut doors.
Or she'll do it a third time and decide not to go into that room.
Another alternative is that she'll do it a third time, and a fourth time, and a fifth time, and so on, until she's trained you to put some kind of stopper in place, so the door doesn't close properly and she can use the room at will.
I hated injecting my dog when he was with us. It took me ages to do it without wincing as the needle went in. I think it was more from not wanting to hurt him, but I also hated needles back then. Not so much these days.Round 2 of Jakey's subcutaneous fluids successfully completed.
Don't panic, I'm not going to post about every time we do it, I've got a diary for his medications and treatments so I know what he's been given and when
But I am very proud of myself because today, despite my massive needle phobia (I once passed out while I was having bloods taken and often do a nervous vomiting thing before having vaccinations), I managed to inject him myself instead of controlling my breathing while N dealt with the needle part of the proceedings.
I don't know about dogs, but with cats it's the "pop" sensation as the needle pierces the loose skin - even when I'm just holding a cat while the vet does that sort of thing, I can still feel the "pop" and it makes me shudder a bit (not in a good way!)I hated injecting my dog when he was with us. It took me ages to do it without wincing as the needle went in. I think it was more from not wanting to hurt him, but I also hated needles back then. Not so much these days.
Cats and fire doors. Natural enemies.I'm not keen on closed doors myself so a door stop is probably the solution.
It's the same pop with dogsI don't know about dogs, but with cats it's the "pop" sensation as the needle pierces the loose skin - even when I'm just holding a cat while the vet does that sort of thing, I can still feel the "pop" and it makes me shudder a bit (not in a good way!)
Mind you our vet does vaccinations in the tip of the tail on calm cats these days (due to risk of injection site sarcoma - it's nigh on impossible to treat in the neck area, but amputating the tail tip to deal with it should it occur gives a lot better prognosis) and there's not a pop with that.
Just because you can do something doesn't mean you should.I can describe exactly how Spud smelt when he decided to use the litter tray in the bedroom last night
Which is why I didn't.Just because you can do something doesn't mean you should.
Lilith has a clean baby smell.The many smells of cats.
One of my cats smelled like clean cage bedding. Not hay, the sawdust kind, but not sawdust either.
Another smelled like clean linen, but only after the bed had been made in the morning and it was now time for bed. Not the scented stuff, just…. dunno, clean sheets at bedtime.
Not exactly like those things obviously but somehow reminiscent.
The Auld Warrior smelled of testosterone. Or sex. Not cat piss. Not juices. Just, kind of, like, he kinda smelled like the horn.
I can’t describe how Cat smells but I can recall it very clearly.
I hope you find some answers.On a sad note, Gay has been missing for nearly 3 weeks. I've been holding out hope, as he's disappeared for over a week on a couple of occasions, but this time I don't think he'll be coming home anymore. I'm gutted.
Beautiful.View attachment 446421
My friend has two cats - Ronnie and Reggie. I always forget which one is which, they’re both the same colour. One is bigger, than the other. One is friendlier than the other (but the less friendly one was happy to be stroked) - this is the friendly one. Called either Ronnie or Reggie.
My phone meows when she comes in which is quite cute but I expect I'll turn that off fairly quickly.