I picked up Sneaky from the vet clinic this morning.  They had a lot to say about how smart, fast, and, well, sneaky she was (I think she was a royal pain in their back sides).  They said she eventually ate but didn’t want to be petted.  She knew just where to be when they were opening the cage to take care of her so she could escape.  Then, once she did that, she led them on a merry chase.  One time, she found a way into a drawer by crawling in from the back side (I could have told them that’s standard cat technique).

She was much more relaxed coming home than she was when I took her to the clinic.  She sat quietly in the carrier on the seat next to me and watched her surroundings.  When we got home, I carried her to the side porch and set her down.  I popped open a can of her favorite Chicken Feast.  She began talking.  I put some in the carrier, but she wasn’t interested.  I sat next to the carrier and opened the door.  She ran out and darted under the house via the heat pump ductwork.  I left a fingerful of food on the ductwork in the shade and went back in the house, taking her carrier with me to put away in the back porch closet.

A little while later, I went out to check on the feeder — it seemed to be late dropping food, but I’d had it in the house, and it filled up and triggered the shutoff alarm, so I wasn’t sure if it was blocked or not.  After fiddling with it, it triggered a feed, and the food dropped out.  I checked on the ductwork before going back in the house, and she’d been up to eat the food.  I went back in and brought the can of Chicken Feast out.  I waved it in the opening and tapped it on the ductwork.  Within less than a minute, Sneaky was up and warily watching me.  Eventually, she came out and ate and even let me pet her.  I guess maybe we’ll be friends after all — as long as I have the Fancy Feast.

Here’s Sneaky today around noon:

You can see that the bare patch of skin behind her right elbow is filling in nicely with new fur.

I was standing right in front of her, and I could have been petting her, but I couldn’t do that, hold the can of food out of her reach, and take the picture, too. So if these aren’t quite as sharp as I’d like, I blame it on the balancing act I was engaged in while taking the shots.

Speaking of shots.  Sneaky has all her shots now, and she’s been spayed.

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