Does your Cat (or any pet) misbehave since caregiving your loved one?
Have you been required to take care of your loved one's pet after they have passed? Does your pet have cute antics that entertain your loved one?
And finally, has the cat or dog transferred their loyalty to your Mother?
This might have really happened, maybe? Did anyone ever see elder parent Pee
in the cat litter box?
Maybe it could be an invention, put cat litter in the bedside commode to decrease odors. Re-invent it to look different, and more absorbent, a prettier color other than clay? But not green, yellow, brown or red.
Talking about poo is okay on this thread. Lol.
I was standing at kitchen counter yesterday and saw something out of corner of my eye. I look down at floor and there's nothing there, I figure I'm just wonky. There it is again, I look down and there's a small mouse, small ball of fluff, just sitting in the middle of the floor, very curiously checking out my apartment. Where did he come from???? I have no idea. Why would he be on 2nd floor and not on first floor of the building, anyway? He's so small, barely older than a baby, maybe still is a baby. I figured the cats would get him eventually, or he'll find his way back outside. I wasn't prepared for him to get stuck in the glue trap boards that I put down for roaches and water bugs.
But... there he was, stuck sideways in the glue trap and couldn't free himself. I wasn't happy about that, it didn't seem humane to take him to trash still alive and just dump him, but that's what I did. But then I was sad about it so I posted on Facebook, and an animal-lover friend of mine (seriously, the guy is vegan and believes that every life is worthwhile, that eating meat is cruel, etc) sends me a link about how to remove mice from glue boards. It involves pouring vegetable oil on them. Ok, I figure I can at least set the mouse free.
I go get him out of trash outside. I pour olive oil on him, trying to get as little as possible on the mouse itself because online it says that they will have problems regulating their body temp if they are coated in oil. But this mouse keeps resticking himself trying to escape the glue board, keeps getting restuck to the glue board, he's panicking, I'm panicking, and I pour olive oil all over everything. Mouse is now free but covered in oil.
It's amazing how much smaller he looks with his fur plastered down to his body. It's SO TINY. I put gloves on and take a warm wet washcloth and try to wash him. I've done this about 4-5 times now, he still has some oil on him. I got him a warming lamp today... because I didn't think he was going to make it if I didn't warm him up. He didn't look so good this morning.
He's getting bread pieces in milk, and peanut butter, and water. I don't know if he's eating or drinking anything besides licking off all that olive oil.
My fingers are crossed that he can recover. An acquaintance has a few wild mice as pets and I told him he could have this one, too.
But yeah. I have a wild baby mouse in a big plastic bin, with warming light and food. :-)
My cats are really slacking off, that's all I can say about that.
I hope too you are feeling better these days.
And I hope the mouse gets a good home.
Yeah, being kind and gentle can be a lot of work sometimes.
Your cats don't go out of doors, do they? If they did, I'd say the likeliest method of entry for Mousey was that the cats brought him home for a play date. But as they don't...
You'd best get a torch and look for "signs" of infestation. I.e. droppings. Sorry.
Went to sleep playing fetch, wake up and playing fetch!🐈 It is so funny😂
Cats do know their names... but don't care.
Japan - study involving 78 cats [presumably not all in the same lab] - controlled trial to see if they would respond differently when their names were read out among a list of random nouns. Would their ears prick up, would they move their heads or display signs of excitement such as tail movement?
They did. Two out of three, anyway: they reliably moved their ears or heads but rarely demonstrated excitement. Scientists concluded that cats learn very well that hearing their name probably meant a human was about to disturb them, for good or ill.
How any of this is news to any cat owner I really can't say.
I use gloves when handling the mouse because they can have gross germs on them. It's crazy that I'm doing all this, yes, but I didn't go looking for a mouse outside, one came to me, then was stuck while still very much alive and struggling in a glue trap.
This thing is a baby, a very small mouse. Why did Mother Nature make infants so much cuter and seemingly vulnerable...? Probably so other creatures would pity them and try to nurture them. That's where I'm at with this. Mousey is in a plastic bin until he gets all the olive oil off his fur, then he's going elsewhere. Actually, my friend let me know I can bring him anytime, so he's going this weekend.
I don't care what anyone else thinks about me doing this. It's a tiny mouse and it was squeaking so pathetically in the trap and I wasn't going to kill it just because I could. If my friend wasn't taking him, I'd release outside in a couple of days.
CM, when I saw the mouse, I was yelling for Delilah to come and get him. She never showed. They don't care. lol
My mice come in from under the house foundation, and they can come in from the garage getting into through a space no bigger than a dime. Mice have no skeleton, so they can flatten out to get under doors. If your house has siding, the corners is a good entrance point, too.
One day I opened my sink cabinet and notice large bites out of toilet paper I was storing there. Yep, mice were able to get through from around the plumbing drain that goes into the wall.
I have also heard mice gnawing away between the walls.
And, oh of course, let the cat out in the garage and they will return with a mouse and let it loose in the house.
I hate to kill any creature [ants and wasps are the exception], so I try my best to catch them. I usually have to race to my boss's office before he uses his method of eliminating a bug, and scoop it up and put the bug outside.
One time Home Depot sold small plastic mice catchers, no-kill. Put in peanut butter and the plastic door will shut. Empty many of those waaaay in the back yard.
One time I found mice using an old extra litter box in the basement that still had some litter. My gosh, I had the mice "litter trained" :)
The second one, the one I truly love, is an obese Siamese-Tabby cross, a "lynx-point" gone wrong. She's cross-eyed, built like a tank and has a tiny meow. She ignores me completely except when there is a door between her and me. But only a particular door. You know which door. The door which, once it is closed, I can't open. She puts a paw under the door. "Are you in there?" She asks. (Of course I'm in here, you just saw me come in.) "Come out," she says. (I can't come out, I'm busy!) She starts tearing the door down. "What are you doing in there?" She demands. (You don't want to know!) "Well then let me in, I will die if I don't see you RIGHT THIS MINUTE!!!
The third cat is a stunted, skinny, mottled, nondescript grey and brown affair that stalks around like a miniature Siberian tiger. She is majestic in her own mind. She's a mighty hunter, but only of dragonflies and the occasional butterfly. Once she caught a hummingbird! I don't think she'll do that again. There's not much meat on a humm'bird. The other cats fear her, but only a little bit.
Sigh. Cats! And yes, they know their names.... and how dare we speak them, lol!
My other cat is brother of aforementioned cat and he is a big, chunky, food driven cuddle monster. He is so attached to me it's pathetic. My hubs always says "what have you done to him?" cause of course he wants his cats to man up. But not this one. He is a fat baby and proud of it.
Cats, can't live with them, can't live without them..............sigh!
One cat I had was very sweet. Very spoiled. She loved standing at my feet while I cooked in case I dropped something.
I cooked one of hubby’s favorite dinners, spaghetti and meatballs. I’m a wannabe Italian, haha. I married an Italian though 😊.
I placed the bowl of meatballs on the table and walked to fridge to get ice for our drinks. By the time I got back to the table my cat jumped up onto the table and was eating our meatballs. Oh, hubby was not happy that evening!
Another time she climbed up our Christmas tree and shook off all of the ornaments. Those were the days of satin balls. Remember those? She had the satin shredded all over the living room. Was a mess but she had so much fun destroying our Christmas decorations!
I love cats and dogs. But I've only ever had cats as pets. Life just would not be normal without a little fur creature around.
Funniest place I ever found my cat was my sock drawer! Poor kitty jumped in. I didn’t see her in there. I shut the drawer and left the bedroom. She was crying to get out. I couldn’t find her. I traced the sound to the drawer and when I opened it she jumped out like a ‘Jack in the box!’ Was funny!
I hide in my bedroom with the door closed a lot, lets put it that way.
And yet I love them................a lot.
If I ever catch another mouse by accident, I'm putting it back outside close to here. I think that's as good a chance at survival as what I tried to give this one.
My cat babies are getting freeze dried tuna as their treat and my little dog is getting a chicken strip after they all eat their dinner first.Then at bedtime,there will be extra pats for all of them.
Ali- at least you did all you could.
There is a pet-mom on a few bird videos, who can hand feed her birds.
She instructs to put their spinach, lettuce, on top of their cage for foraging purposes.
Yesterday, I said to my hubs, I wish Tweety would eat from my hand like that.
I don't think he ever will.
Today, he was on his cage, and I offered him a huge piece of romaine lettuce.
He ate from it! Nice!
Sorry, didn't mean to bring the mood down but I know for me there was one time I did not stay and another when I did and the time I did, it brought real closure for me.
I stayed with my cat. She was 16 years old. I held her in my arms. I understand it’s painful and some people can’t do it but I am glad that I did.
Not judging anyone who can’t do it. We are all different and capable of different things.
It's a hard thing to do for sure.