Good news, the dog was chipped. Apparently, the family was having work done on their house and they didn’t trust the workers to keep the doors and gates closed so they tied her to a tree. She slipped her collar and took off.
Bad news, Steve the cat reacts to stress by getting the trots. I guess a dog that he never saw and who wasn’t even on the same floor as him was enough to set him off because both of his boxes were a total mess. I couldn’t find canned pumpkin in the vegetable aisle because it was with the baking supplies. :smack:
MissTake how are your kitty problems working out? I’ll take yucky litter boxes over fighting cats anytime.
Very good news! I’m glad she got back home, and I bet that family is thanking their lucky stars that she was found by someone who knew just what to do with her. I’m also glad to hear that they didn’t think it was OK to just let her run around “naked,” but that she slipped her collar (and presumably her ID).
Flatlined, just thank your stars that Steve’s trots are in the litter box instead of all over the house. :eek: One of our cats got a little bit of plastic “grass” out of an Easter basket one year (no more Easter baskets in our house now, at least not with that stuff). When he pooped out part of the string, with little beads of cat shit all along it, he got scared when it “followed” him out of the litter box and started tearing all over the house, with it trailing behind like a string of noxious pearls. That was not a fun cleanup job.
It’s still a divided house. Lucy is currently closed in my bedroom, Dot and Mayme have run of the house. Later on we’ll switch it up and Lucy will have the house. Dot and Mayme went to the vet yesterday, came home traumatized but okay. They’ll go to my bedroom door and lay (lie?) there, no hissing or growling. That’s huge. I’ll ask Dot where Lucy is and she’ll run to my door and chirp. Mayme will curl up on Lucy’s blanket without sniffing it for an hour first. We figure tomorrow we’ll kennel Lucy here in the living room, see how that goes.
You just reminded me of the time when I was a kid when my cat got ahold of the tinsel on the Christmas tree. She did the same thing, only with a string of tinsel turds trailing behind her. That was the last time tinsel was ever allowed in the house.
What I’ve done to introduce a cat w/out traumatizing all involved is to put a sheet over the entire kennel for a few days, so they can hear and smell but not see. Then gradually lift corners in such a way that the cat inside can see out if she wants to, but also has a place to hide away from prying eyes and paws. Slowly move the sheet back, and hopefully by the time it’s gone everyone’s gotten a grip.
I do always try to leave a high-sided bed or a box facing a wall or covered area so that the caged cat can always get out of sight if too stressed.
Good luck - working out cat dynamics is not easy and not fun.
I wonder if this is what happened with my childhood cat. We lived in a small house and I still vividly remember my mother chasing the cat around in the circle thru the kitchen, dining room, front room and hall while the cat was having diarrhea the whole time. I was only 5 or 6 at the time, so this was ~ mumble ~ decades ago and it’s still clear as day.
Is Lucy a Maine Coon? Because I have a Maine Coon LucyCat as well. She’s a brown tabby and white.
Dear Dad,
Until you stop enabling my brother, no I am not coming across the country to your house. He’s 38. If he can attend college he can move out of your house and find a fucking job. He’s sponging off of you. I don’t want any contact with him. I also don’t want any contact with a man who yells at me and calls me disgusting names when I tell you this.
So from now on I will call you once a week, avoid talking about Idiot Brother and then hang up. I will not visit you. You need to get over this. Your son is not a nice man who cares about my kids. He’s a stupid, arrogant, lazy little boy who writes nasty things to me, ignored my mother’s dying wishes, has embraced extremist religious practices and has an ego the size of the Empire State Building. He needs professional help not a father who makes excuses for him. I do not want to be in the same state with him, let alone the same house.
Best,
Your Sane Daughter
P.S. Would you please honor your wife’s dying wishes and finally send her granddaughters her jewelry? And stop hanging up on a ten year old when she tries to talk to her grandfather for more than two minutes? She’s a great child. You made her cry the last time you did that, you pig.
flatlined, you know I love ya, but the next time you want to rant about cat shit and canned pumpkin on the same day, could you at least put them in separate posts?
The connection you’re missing is that canned pumpkin is just the thing for a cat with diarrhea. This is obvious to flatlined, who is so involved in cat rescue, so she didn’t actually mention the connection. :smack:
Co-worker coming to my desk. I know what he wants to talk to me about. Client has an issue they need fixed. I’m guessing from context and experience that it will be problems with Class 25 and Class 35 (you don’t need to know what that means).
He arrives at my desk.
Me: I think I see the problem already, it’s Class 25 and Class 35 isn’t it?
Him: No, it’s… well…
Me: It’s Class 25 and Class 35.
Him: No … here (hands me the papers)
Me: (reading papers. First paper’s title is Class 25. Second paper’s title is Class 35).
Him: One is Class 25 and one is Class 35.
Me: (laugh/yell) That’s what I said!
Him: (looks frightened and confused)
You are an annoying moron.
I need to pee
I need to pee
I need to pee
I have peed. There is no pee left. my body STILL WANTS TO PEE argh…
At least I haven’t wet myself today. The house is starting to smell.
Well, at least we know that fewer pests will survive the winter. Unfortunately, the lack of snow cover means that fewer deer, pheasants, quail, that sort of thing will either.
The cancer was just taking over, he had lumps and knots everywhere, you could even see the thing growing in one eye and distorting his iris. Poor guy was a walking skeleton, and had stopped eating on Sat. He spent yesterday following the sun around on the porch, and then in a lap. He slept between us last night, something he hasn’t done in a long time. He seemed quite content and happy yesterday, but it was time. He was sixteen years old.
Oh, I’m sorry saje. That sucks but it sounds like you did the right thing.
What on God’s green earth could I be allergic to now? I don’t have indoor allergies, at least I never did before. Grass, check. Trees, check. Weeds, check. But I’ve never had issues with dust or mold or pets. This is going on a month now of sneezing and sniffling. I’d go to the doctor but I don’t have insurance, and it’s not horrible, just extremely annoying.
I’ve vaccumed every square inch of my place, taken down curtains and washed them, washed all my bedding including the pillows, and maintenance put in a new furnace filter and cleaned the vents. Still sneezing. :mad:
