A cat came to live in our house today.
My daughter who is serving in the Army has two cats; they have been staying with a friend of hers. This little kitty (Bob) got very ill with a urinary blockage, he has been at the vets for the last two days, and finally was allowed home today. He needs to be on a special prescription only food for 4 weeks and he also needs to be closely supervised to insure he is urinating and not in any discomfort. My daughter asked if he could stay with us.
Remember that old wives tale that cats have nine lives? Bob is on his fourth one. Just before Cassie left for the Army, Bob ate some thread; it got wrapped around his tongue and all inside him and he needed surgery to put him right. Then just a couple of months ago, he had a really bad infection inside his chest; he was in the hospital then too. By my calculations, that would make this his fourth life.
I haven’t had a cat since we had to put my Smokey kitty to sleep and truthfully as I’ve gotten older, I’ve developed allergies in my eyes, so I haven’t been in any hurry to get a cat. Honestly, I would have kept him when she went in the Army, but she really wanted the two cats to stay together and I think two dogs and one cat is quite enough for two old folks. But…kitty needs some TLC and our baby girl wants mom and dad to do it; so a cat came to live at our house today.
Surprisingly, Delilah is the one who is pretty good with the cats; Sampson is the one who likes to chase them. Plus they both love the treats that kitty cat deposits in his litter box, which means the area where kitty cat poops, needs to be gated off from the dogs.
So which chipmunk did you bet on Ollie?
Because I have allergies to cats, they love me. Bob likes to sleep on the top of the sofa, right above my head. When our daughter was home, her cats basically lived in her room; that room has since been converted to my office/scrapbook/chill space room, so I am hoping that Bob will be able to adjust to not spending all his time in his/my room. 🙂
Ok, if I’m being totally honest here, I have been begging Chet for a cat. Ever since we had that mouse invasion last year, I have been saying we really need a cat; I went out today and picked up a few things to make life at Stone Manor a little more comfortable for Bob.
A collar, some toys, a mat for food and scratching.
I am hoping that once Bob feels better we can adjust him to life as an indoor/outdoor cat and he can help us with our mouse problem and maybe, just maybe he can help Delilah catch that chipmunk. In the meantime, can someone come and help wipe these Cheshire cat grins off mine and Bob’s faces?
That's a happy cat.
yay booooooooooooooooobbbbbb! he’s not as good at catching critters as twink, but maybe he’ll get used to it!