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She's a feeder. Tell her they have an allergy and will shit and puke all over the place if she doesn't stop giving them treats. Actually, that is the rational response, I'd have yelled at her already :oops:

Oh and btw a lot of people who have overweight cats think my cats are too thin - my vet however says it is refreshing to see normal athletic cats instead of obese ones, apparently it makes a nice change.

If anyone ever turns up with treats again, tell them one of your cats is diabetic and on a strict food regime and confiscate any treats or food that you don't approve of. I actually think your guest's behaviour is outrageous.

when i say Monday - Friday, i mean she is a lodger! she has her own place, which she goes back to on Friday evening. She is with us 4 nights a week. bloody hell, my cats are gonna be off the scale cat BMI wise soon :D :D :(

actually she seems to have heeded my words, although she did say yesterday that "vets are the last people to know anything about cat nutrition". i assume this is because so many vets have told her her cats are overweight :D also, pip, the big one, got sick on her bed, so hopefully this is a lesson learned :( :( :D
 
Hactually....

vets are often a bit clueless about nutrition. They don't get a great deal of training on it, unless they personally go and seek it out after the fact, which they don't tend to because they'll often pick up a different specialisation, like imaging or surgery. And the big pet food companies that tend to have a 'vet' range work in a similar manner to pharma companies in how they tout their wares to local surgeries. All those bags of Hills Science Diet stacked up in the waiting room are there because a deal was struck for cash money, as opposed to the vets going out and tracking down the best diets for pets and choosing to stock it.

That said, many cats live to a fine old age on a diet of whiskas and go-cat, so I think it's all a bunch obfuscating blargle-de-goop anyway, and you're best just doing what your cat is happy with.
 
why does my cat stay out for two hours, then jump
threw the window like jessica ennis on steroids, to
do a big shit in the litter tray, the cat is 8 years old :facepalm:
 
She's well litter trained - Bob would do the same - he'd be out for ages and then come in to use his box and then go out again - and what Bob used to leave in his box would have been much better outside, in someone else's garden preferably <JOKE!! not really>

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vets are often a bit clueless about nutrition. They don't get a great deal of training on it, unless they personally go and seek it out after the fact, which they don't tend to because they'll often pick up a different specialisation, like imaging or surgery. And the big pet food companies that tend to have a 'vet' range work in a similar manner to pharma companies in how they tout their wares to local surgeries. All those bags of Hills Science Diet stacked up in the waiting room are there because a deal was struck for cash money, as opposed to the vets going out and tracking down the best diets for pets and choosing to stock it.

That said, many cats live to a fine old age on a diet of whiskas and go-cat, so I think it's all a bunch obfuscating blargle-de-goop anyway, and you're best just doing what your cat is happy with.

true, but what i said to her was "the vet says their weight is fine", when she said they were skinny. she then responded with, "vets are the last people to know about cat nutrition"
 
Peggy just weed on the carpet!!!!!! In the corner of the room!!!!!

She had been in the kitchen with me, it seemed like she was asking for food (it's still difficult for me to read her behaviour at the moment). I needed to get rid of some of her old food, so I ushered her into the living room and shut the door so I could open the back door and go to the dustbin. Her tray is in the kitchen.

She'd only been locked out of the kitchen for 2 or 3 minutes at most, and when I went back in there was a little puddle behind the door in the corner.

I'm quite taken aback. Charlie never once weed on the floor. He missed his tray now and again, but he never went in a different part of the house. Up until then she'd been using her tray quite happily.

I've given it a good clean with some proper pet carpet cleaner, and sprayed it with feliway. I've dug out the old feliway diffuser as well and put it on.

I hope this doesn't become a habit.

What might have caused it? The things I can think of:

- she just really needed a wee: this is the simplest but tbh she wasn't fussing around her tray when she was in the kitchen, and was only locked in the living room for the time it took for me to take all the rubbish out
- she's stressed by something: maybe she was stressed from being shut out, but she's been shut out before and not done this; maybe she was stressed because she wanted food, but usually when she wants food she asks and if she doesn't get she calmly has a little lie down for a while, or something
- she's ill: she seems otherwise fine in herself, she's been playing with her toys plenty today, she's been asleep on my knee for a couple of hours tonight while I've been reading, she's been eating as normal (although when I just fed her she didn't really want much of it, but previous to that she was eating some biscuits)

Oh god, please don't let this be a thing she starts doing now :(
 
when i say Monday - Friday, i mean she is a lodger! she has her own place, which she goes back to on Friday evening. She is with us 4 nights a week. bloody hell, my cats are gonna be off the scale cat BMI wise soon :D :D :(

actually she seems to have heeded my words, although she did say yesterday that "vets are the last people to know anything about cat nutrition". i assume this is because so many vets have told her her cats are overweight :D also, pip, the big one, got sick on her bed, so hopefully this is a lesson learned :( :( :D

Yep actually vets ARE shit on nutrition... but that is no excuse for her to feed your cats without your permission.
 
Peggy just weed on the carpet!!!!!! In the corner of the room!!!!!

She had been in the kitchen with me, it seemed like she was asking for food (it's still difficult for me to read her behaviour at the moment). I needed to get rid of some of her old food, so I ushered her into the living room and shut the door so I could open the back door and go to the dustbin. Her tray is in the kitchen.

She'd only been locked out of the kitchen for 2 or 3 minutes at most, and when I went back in there was a little puddle behind the door in the corner.

I'm quite taken aback. Charlie never once weed on the floor. He missed his tray now and again, but he never went in a different part of the house. Up until then she'd been using her tray quite happily.

I've given it a good clean with some proper pet carpet cleaner, and sprayed it with feliway. I've dug out the old feliway diffuser as well and put it on.

I hope this doesn't become a habit.

What might have caused it? The things I can think of:

- she just really needed a wee: this is the simplest but tbh she wasn't fussing around her tray when she was in the kitchen, and was only locked in the living room for the time it took for me to take all the rubbish out
- she's stressed by something: maybe she was stressed from being shut out, but she's been shut out before and not done this; maybe she was stressed because she wanted food, but usually when she wants food she asks and if she doesn't get she calmly has a little lie down for a while, or something
- she's ill: she seems otherwise fine in herself, she's been playing with her toys plenty today, she's been asleep on my knee for a couple of hours tonight while I've been reading, she's been eating as normal (although when I just fed her she didn't really want much of it, but previous to that she was eating some biscuits)

Oh god, please don't let this be a thing she starts doing now :(
Sounds like she just needed a wee, sometimes they're like kids as in - do you want to go to the loo before we leave? No then 2 minutes into the trip bawling that they're desperate to go.
 
Sounds like she just needed a wee, sometimes they're like kids as in - do you want to go to the loo before we leave? No then 2 minutes into the trip bawling that they're desperate to go.

God I hope so!

I'm going to go over that spot again later today with the little carpet cleaner machine - I just did it with the carpet soap and kitchen roll last night (it was nearly pigging midnight). I don't think I can smell much down there, but she probably still could. As it's behind a door I've propped the door completely open so she can't get to it anyway.

In other news (somewhat related) I'm going to have to be really careful with doors. She doesn't understand how to work them. Charlie could break through a latched door. She doesn't understand what to do with her paws to open one that's quite far ajar. Every now and again if a door has closed a little too much and she wants to get through, I'll get down on all fours and try to show her what to do, using my hand to gently pull at it once or twice. She tried to mimic me once... by standing on her back legs, putting both her front paws on the door and pushing it shut :facepalm: Since the door to the kitchen likes to swing shut quite a lot I'm going to have to be vigilant. It's going to be a bugger in winter, there's a right draft comes through there and I often close it to.
 
How does a cat get to be 11 and not understand how to open a door?

There's a growing list of evidence that suggests she is not, in fact, a cat at all. Doesn't like cheese, doesn't like ham, doesn't like boxes, doesn't jump up on the sideboard to knock things off onto the floor while looking at me as if to say "yeah, you can't stop me."

WHAT IS SHE?
 
She has been extremely hyper since her little accident last night. I've just spent an entire hour playing with her, culminating in her tearing through the rooms upstairs chasing a red laser pointer. Hopefully she's knackered herself out now and will have a kip. I know she's knackered me out.

I've just ordered one of them UV lights, in case I need to track down if this has happened elsewhere. My nose is notoriously mischievous, telling me there are smells when there aren't, and now I'm on the sniff-out for wee it'll be trying to convince me there are little pools of it everywhere :rolleyes:
 
neighbour's kitty has decided that under my car is her new favourite hiding / napping spot.

took a few minutes to coax her out before i could go out this afternoon...
 
It seems to be becoming something of a nightly ritual, Peggy sprawling out on my lap, rendering me incapable of doing anything for a while (read: going on 2 hours now).

I've finished reading the manga I was binging, and now I really need a wee but she's very peaceful.

:facepalm:
 
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I really do need that wee.
 
She moved because she decided it was time for food. And after food she invariably decides it is time to play. So I have managed to get my seat back. And she is galloping backwards and forwards through the bedrooms upstairs.

Sounds like Midnight once she'd realised that this was home. Her house, with her humans, living under her rule.
 
I think she's getting a bit more jumpy with every passing day. Noises outside freak her out a bit, just a bit mind. At first she wasn't too bothered, but now she'll perk right up and look very concerned and alert in that direction. Is it too daft to think the more she's settled the more she worries about being taken away again? Yes, that's daft. Cats don't have that level of reasoning. OR DO THEY?

Maybe there's just something about me that makes cats highly strung.
 
Maybe she was too scared before to react - catatonic ;)

My cats stand up and lean against doors to open them. They haven't ever figured out that technique only works in one direction :rolleyes: Even the puppy has worked out that he can curl a paw around the baby gate to open it and he's not even 4 months old

The cats are sleeping on the same bed! And I think they were playing together in the early hours. Finally feels like the house is getting back to normal (excepting the canine interloper)
 
I woke up this morning to find Peg sprawled on my chest with her paw resting on my cheek. I squeed as silently as I could. I couldn't quite reach my phone to take a picture. Must start sleeping with my phone in my hand :D

She's currently on her back on the floor in the sun rubbing her ears against the carpet like some kind of drugged up imbecile.

Well, she was. I spoke too soon. The washer just finished and beeped and she's made a run for it in case it was, in fact, the well known evil beeping cat eating monster.
 
I think she's getting a bit more jumpy with every passing day. Noises outside freak her out a bit, just a bit mind. At first she wasn't too bothered, but now she'll perk right up and look very concerned and alert in that direction. Is it too daft to think the more she's settled the more she worries about being taken away again? Yes, that's daft. Cats don't have that level of reasoning. OR DO THEY?

Maybe there's just something about me that makes cats highly strung.

I had reckoned madamme's fear of noises was because she had been out in storms, and because the place where we used to live, the sound of fireworks echoed across the water back and forth until it sounded like the bombardment of the somme.

but i do wonder how much we put the behavior of our rescued cats down to behavior of that cat because of specific expereinces, or 'cats being cats'. and we expect odd behavior out of cats. rather than looking at the specifics of how their experinces of being in rescue, or being shunted from place to place or being a stray will affect their behavior. Freind who had a springer, she was his third owner, because he was so crazy. like really really thick and energetic, even compared to other springers. he was also neurotic and needy. she used to take him to a friend's house when she was at work because he could not cope being on his own, just panicked completely. and i think there's a point where we expect that kind of expereince to affect a dog, but discount it a lot more in cats. cause they are supposed to be adaptable, loners, cause they don't show stuff so obviously - hiding under a table, or following someone from room to room is a bit more subtle than a rampaging springer.
 
Certainly, the last few months at the shelter must have had an effect on Peg. I'm nervous about taking her to the vet on weds. I haven't tried to get her into her carrier since she came here. I was going to have a test run but tbh I'm not sure it's a good idea in case she hates it that much and then resists even more when it comes to the real thing. After weds, periodically I'm going to pop her in there, carry her downstairs/upstairs, then let her out and give her a treat, so she hopefully gets vaguely used to being put in there.

I hope she's not a scratcher when it comes to being poked and prodded by vets. I also hope she can hold her bladder for the length of time it takes to get there and back! I'll reduce the amount of water I put on her food from the night before, and cross my fingers. I'll put a couple of towels in the carrier, and take a spare in my bag. It's not so bad if you're in your own car, but I'll be in a cab and god knows what they'll be like if the distinct smell of cat piss starts radiating from the back of the car.
 
Oh god - fakey pissed and shat herself when I took her to the vet. It was pretty grim - I wasn't very popular at the vet (and my car stank for about a week)
 
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