Sendhelp Posted March 2017
Caregiver's cats behaving badly.
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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?
I always kept about 3 break-away collars in stock at all time. And for the name tag, I used a label maker where I could place the strip through the collar and attach the ends together, then trimmed the ends. One strip had his Name and telephone number, the other strip had the street # and street name, plus zip code. The labels would last about least 6 months, if he kept that collar long enough, before I needed to replace the labels.
Our newest cat is micro-chipped via the animal shelter where we got her, and it looks like she had never worn a collar, as one couldn't see a collar line of no fur around the neck if she did. I haven't had the guts to try a collar on her yet :P
But I’m always amazed at how good the staff people are in these places. It’s such tough work at the lowest wage. They do the best they can.
As for these big kitties, at least they got a collar and name tag on Peaches. I didn’t see Bengal today. I’m hoping he’s tagged as well. Micro chipping would be better but ya take what ya can get sometimes.
Try getting me to agree to NH care!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I really enjoy reading about our animal friends adventures.
He was able to do most everything with the cone, except wash himself, which drove him around the bend! (Imagine not being able to shower or bathe, or even wash yourself with a cloth for 10 days! Now imagine you are a fastidious cat!) A couple of days after hernia surgery he had a poop explosion. I didn't realize at first, but he kept coming up to me with his head hung low. I finally smelled it after about an hour - he was so embarrassed! I let him out of the cone and put him up on a towel by the sink so I could wash his bum. He gave himself a bath at the same time, and seemed happy enough even when the cone went back on. So after that, I started letting him out of the cone for about an hour a day for supervised "bath time," which seemed to satisfy him.
Anyway, I "let him out of prison" a day early, on Saturday, and he is back to his old spunky kitten self. He'll get the stitches out later this week, but he seems to be leaving them alone now. All looks good!
What I didn't know about neutering is that it's done by injection now, instead of testes removal. So it doesn't get rid of as much testosterone as the old way. He is back to his fighty-bitey stuff! I watched some Jackson Galaxy videos, and he insists fighty-bitey happens when you don't play with your cat enough. I'm a bit annoyed at this because I DO play with him - he just gets bored with the toys and only wants to fight! Like a normal kitten, I suppose.
I found a big thick oven mitt in the back of a drawer yesterday. Trying to use that on my hand to "wrestle" with him. He's not sure how he feels about it yet.
Well, peaches somehow escaped for about 2 weeks. The nursing home put out a small ad in the local paper. This is a very small,town, or village in Michigan, about 300 people in winter.
Peaches is a big orange kitty. People brought every orange stray in town to the nursing home. Finally someone caught the real peaches and brought him in. He was skinny and beat up, they took him to the local vet and then back to the nursing home.
He’s now sporting a nice collar with a name tag. He had just come out of my patients room when I got there and was doing the crazy kitty gig, running and jumping all over the nurse station desk and being a general nuisance.
What a great sight. Turns out my patient keeps catnip in her room and he’d just had a snoot full. Big kitty cat buzz going on.
I went to check, and she greeted me from the wall, thinking this is all fun! I still in my pajamas, went back up the ramp, and she followed. O dear, no. The cat, there is a cat stalking you! I closed the door, no more peanuts today, so you can be alert to danger.
There can be real heartache befriending nature. First, one may be forced to take sides between two precious creatures. Second, predators may hurt the one you have befriended. Third, neighbors may turn you in for breaking the rules, and there she sits, on the railing. It is no longer safe to put the peanuts on the back wall, as that is the cat walk too.
What to do, recalling when first moving in a cat attacked a turtle dove by my front steps, and the cat's owner ridiculed me for being upset about the bird, picked it up in a plastic bag, discarded it alive in the trash bin.
I got it out, took it to animal control, it survived, and they said it was illegal to dispose of a live or dead animal/bird in the trash. But, I was in the wrong for being upset!
So, this may worry me as Ritatouille and I take evasive maneuvers from the cat.
OH, I hope the cat does NOT need a home!
Then I noticed he couldn't eat or drink water wearing it. So I had to cut out a section so he could finally eat. After 6 hours we all gave up and took off the cone.... [sigh]
While exiting the parking lot, there is was, all soaked by the rain, separated from it's body, ground into the gravel from the street.
I slowed before turning right, rolled down my window to find out what this 12 inch thin thing was. There was some red, but not blood. I looked closer. Strange. It was just lying there.
One side of a reindeer antler was lying on the ground, wet, cut off from the car where it had been perched all Christmas, no doubt. A red piece of ribbon was still attached.
So very sad, Christmas is over, the reindeer antler forgotten.
Crying now.....
If we don't hear from you again within 24 hours I will assume that you have been turned to stone by The Eye Basilisk.
He was so sweet when I got back! He was right at the door like "OMG where have you BEEN?" And snuggles and "kisses." (I've gotten his "love bites" down to him gently mashing his gums together on my chin. Instead of his teeth!)
I think he really enjoyed Christmas, probably more than any of us humans. The paper! The ribbon! The decorations! The roast beast! Oh my!
The squirt gun is so ridiculous. Now Bruce just gets up on his hind legs and tries to bat the spray, like it's a fun toy. And all I can do is laugh, because that darned spray bottle worked with every other cat I've ever had or known. When he first came home with me, I remarked to everyone that, "He ain't afraid of NUTHIN'." And it seems to be true.
Well one morning we walked into the kitchen and there at the cat feeding station was the largest raccoon I ever saw and Charlie sitting nearby. Guess he invited the racoon in for breakfast :P The raccoon turned to look at us then went right back to eating, then eventually waddled out. Raccoons are all fur and can collapse their bones in order to squeeze into a tight opening.
I had to throw out all of the dry food, water, and wash the dishes. In the mean time Charlie was out looking for his next guest. Couple months ago he tried to bring in a fox, but the fox couldn't get through the opening in the door. The fox panic when he saw me.
That's my boy :))
Many thanks for the little christmas ideas! Nothing could brighten my day more while I am sick in bed here. Well, if I did have a pet to guard me, snuggle at the foot of my bed, that would be nice too. Guess squirrels cannot be that.
Book, You are a trooper when it comes to fighting off those illnesses! Keep up the good work. Thanks for the wishes!
Ali, Traveling mercies for the holidays, and get well soon!
Hope you feel better very soon, Send. My mom had some sick recently, it ran two weeks. She said the doctor knew what it was -- a virus strain going around this year. I fear that's what I have, but hopeful that it's some lesser thing that will resolve sooner than 2 weeks.
I think I might have the bubonic plague.....
Well, it is freezing outside.......you know, OUTSIDE, where the rest of the world is enjoying life, riding their bikes at 5 a.m., not helping.....the kitchen is closed until further notice. I am sicker than I thought. No worries.
and closed the door, it was "Bam, Bam, Bam!".
She has climbed the screen door, demanding more. Face to face with Ritatouille as I opened the slider, she got down and tried to come inside.
She has got to learn some manners if we're to get along.
She doesn't know we are running out of peanuts, as I have not been to the store.
She has been such good company.
the odd attempt to escape. I do bring snow into them
in a plastic box. They usually muck around in it a bit
and then maybe a bit more as it melts. Maybe I should
hide some raw chicken in it to enrich their environmental
experiences, lol!
Some of those firefighters are HOT. I might consider getting "stuck" in a tree to get rescued, lol.
I bought Bruce one of those chirping toy birds at the pet store today. Supposed to be for Christmas but once he heard it, it was game over. Lol, well, he doesn't know what Christmas is anyway. Maybe it will distract him from the tree ornaments....