2010
all this pushing and shoving
maura @ 10:46 pm
WARNING: this post is about cats. Even though the internet is made of cats*, I don’t spend a lot of time writing about ours. But tonight that’s all going to change, so if cats aren’t yr bag you might want to come back next time. I promise never to talk about cats for 2 posts in a row, scout’s honor.
* Link not entirely safe for work, just so’s you know.
We have had a bit of cat drama around here recently. Kind of an escalation, if you will, of bad behavior.
So, a little while back we started to have some issues with pooping outside the box. And the thing about that is that it’s not at all like thinking outside the box. It’s much much MUCH smellier and (potentially) more inconvenient.
At first it was just the one cat, and it was happening in the bathtub. So we started filling the tub with a few inches of water. There was one hilarious incident with a jump and a surprised “meow!” and then it stopped for a while. And then it started again, except on the floor. And then the other, stupider cat was like, “hey, this is fun for me, too!”
I looked on the internets, where all the crazy cat people live. Advice is, as you may imagine, plentiful, though never exactly what you want to hear. Why no, we are actually NOT going to have 3 litterboxes for 2 (smallish) cats in our 2 bedroom apartment, why would you think that?
Finally this week we took the main offender to the vet. (And his poop, too, because what’s more fun than collecting cat poop in a container in the freezer?) She doesn’t know what’s wrong but gave us some antibiotics to try. Wrestling the meds into the cat is taking us back: it’s just about as much fun as it was to try to get Gus to take antibiotics when he was a toddler. We finally resorted to vanilla ice cream for Gus, even for breakfast, but not sure what this cat would like since he’s not a fan of canned food.
The weirdest thing is this: the other cat has been totally, completely FREAKED OUT since the pooper came back from the vet. It must be the smell of the antibiotics, but I’ve never seen anything like it. He’ll walk over to the pooper, take a sniff, then hiss mightily and run away to hide! It’s a very weird feline showdown thing. The pooper is unfazed, and in some ways seems to be enjoying the freedom — the other cat is usually dominant when it comes to food and preferred spots for hanging out.
Hopefully the antibiotics will fix everything right up, because I have to admit that this is getting a little old. I like the cats, really I do, but I am tired of the shenanigans!
(That’s my instant make-Gus-giggle statement these days: he can’t get enough of my old-lady complaints about being tired of the shenanigans.)
3 comments on “all this pushing and shoving”
It must be the week for cat troubles. My mom’s cat chewed the suction cup off of a small ball (a toy the kids have at her house), swallowed it, vomited non-stop, and needed exploratory surgery to have the offending article removed. Several thousand dollars later he is recovering comfortably at home while my mom has now stripped the house of all things he might be able to ingest.
PS it makes me giggle when you refer to one of your cats as “the pooper.”
Eek, that is crazy! I’m glad the cat is okay. The bossy one here likes to chew plastic but so far hasn’t ingested anything too serious. Gus has a big ziploc baggie that they send books home from school in and the cat seems to always chew a small hole in the corner of it. Shenanigans!
Shenanigans are indeed tiring!