Cats: It’s Saturday Night!
I brought my five back with me from San Antonio yesterday, and Mr. L had his four here. Everyone seemed fine. We were going to leave Lady out overnight, because she’s been very mellow lately, but I stood up from working on the puzzle around 8:30 pm and walked into the parlor. Lady followed me. As if she knew what was coming, so, not wanting to disrupt her routine, I grabbed the water bowl from the cage and fixed her a fresh bowl of water and got a treat from the treat bag and put the fresh water bowl and the treat in the cage, and she happily stepped into the cage.
Later in the evening, Mr. L called down from upstairs that Rossie was growling at Tarzan. When Tarzan came downstairs later, I tucked him into the cage with Lady for the evening. Rossie had a quiet evening after that.
Outside, Sneaky wasn’t responding to my calls. Shortly before I was going to head up to bed, I began to wonder if she’d gotten trapped in the garage at some time. I went outside and put a fresh bowl of water in the garage just in case. After I shut the door, I called for her one last time, I saw her watching me from the heat pump ductwork, so I said hello and wished her a good night, relieved to see that she was fine.
We spent the day down in Conroe (by Houston) for a swap meet and browsing. I let Lady and Tarzan out of the cage before we left, and when we returned this evening, things seem to have been quiet.
When we were in San Antonio, most of the cats slept with me, and everyone got along quite well. Lady and Natasha helped me mow the back yard on Thursday.
Mr. L reports he was able to sit reasonably close to Moose this week, and he actively demonstrated petting Sneaky in an effort to help Moose understand it’s okay to let humans touch him. So far, he’s not buying that theory.
Apparently, Rossie spent a little time downstairs on Wednesday. Ruby and Rossie got their Revolution applied, but they were not happy about it.
Everyone is doing well. We’re giving some consideration to who gets to make the trip to San Antonio next week.
Oh, boy. You know, it is hard enough keeping up with one cat–how in the world do you manage nine?
Bridget had a couple of hard weeks. Something big tried to bite her in two. The skin wasn’t broken, but she was stiff, sore, and stand-offish for a few days. She’s doing better now, thank goodness!
We try hard to make sure she’s in the garage before we go to bed, but with so many of us coming and going (oldest granddaughter gets home from work around 2330), it’s hard to keep her inside when she wants to be outside.
Even so, whatever got her, it happened in the daytime. Dogs don’t run loose around here, and our dogs walk a wide circle around Miss Bridget, who was full-grown and fully armed (teeth and claws) when the dogs were puppies. Bridget is small, around 11 pounds at her plumpest, so I’m not discounting birds of prey.
You guys have the greatest patience. I know your kitties appreciate it.
Poor, Bridget! I’m so happy you didn’t have an unhappy ending to that story. I wouldn’t discount a bird of prey either.
We do frequent “cat counts” to make sure we’re not missing anyone for too long of a time. We try to make sure we’ve seen everyone at least once a day so nobody gets closed in a space for too long of a time.