It may be a risky thing to say but I believe things are settling.
The house hardly smells at all, at least by cat-lady standards.
Many more of the things that ought to be deposited in litter-trays, are being so deposited.
Vast amounts are being eaten.
A few squabbles arise, but are short-lived.
Mystic’s ear is much better.
Fluff’s coat is refluffing.
If this goes on I shall have to start writing about books again.
Not to mention actually writing them!
THE HOUSE AT POO CORNER.
It has been a good weekend. No, really it has.
The visit from my dear daughter and her equally dear wife was very welcome, and they cheered me considerably.
It’s just a pity that they also had to spend so much time helping me wipe up cat poo and air rooms and scrub carpets.
You will recall that the question of toilet habits has been vexed ever since the cats’ arrival on June 10th. Some progress has been made. Felix and Fluff are both allowed out now, and in a further ten days, Mystic will be able to join them.
Felix is now not soiling anywhere and using the litter tray/outdoors dependably.
Fluff still doesn’t seem to want to go out, so he and Mystic – still quarantined – are still leaving little deposits.
On Saturday evening last, I said to my guests, ‘It’ll be fine once they all go out, as long as no-one has diarrhoea before then.’
Poor Fluff had it everywhere all that night, judging by what we found when we came downstairs the next day. Then he did it again on Tuesday morning.
Steps have been taken, scrubbing has been done, access to carpeted rooms has been reduced overnight; but what I really need is to be able to open doors and encourage them all outside.
Now longing for (a)Tuesday, and Mystic’s last injection and then (b) the following Tuesday, and a family day in the garden!
But I still love them, that’s what mad cat ladies do.
Felix is a handsome chap, a classic Tuxedo Cat who looks younger than his 16 years.
Like his brothers, he’s always hungry and always wanting to be the one on Mum’s lap.
These are the two main sources of friction among the three.
Felix is so far the only one to venture out; he’s clear of quarantine and likes to pop out of the catflap and nose abut the back garden.
It’s a fiddly situation still since I have to keep Mystic in until after the second jab, so I’m having to keep the flap locked, open it to let Felix out, then set it to IN but not OUT. I hope when it’s at last OK for me to just unlock it by day, Felix realises he’s allowed out without my presence working the locks!
Mad cat lady? Me? What makes you think that?
[I’ll be offline til Wednesday, take care everyone.]
Fluff is a long-hair, the first one ever to live with me. He’s 16 and very skinny and dainty, and when people see him they think he’s a lady. His face is half black, half white, with a really straight line down the middle, like the people in the Star Trek OS episode, ‘Let that be your last battlefield.’
Just at the moment he’s not looking his best, as he had to be de-matted at the refuge and the hair on the shaven areas is only slowly growing back.
He’s immensely sweet and cuddly, and has an enormously loud purr for such a little thing.
Although he’s officially allowed out now, he’s ignoring the whole idea in favour of sleeping on his chosen chair most of the day.
I love him dearly, these three cats are genuine heart-printers!
Mystic is 18 years old and white and black rather than black-and-white.
His face is half black, half white, and his right ear has been partly amputated; it’s still slightly crusty but on the mend.
His feet are all white, and his pads mostly pink, with the occasional black spot.
He’s an affectionate old gentleman, and loves to sleep most of the day in his doughnut, although he’ll have a cuddle now and then.
I though he would be the one who would not be interested in going out, but now that the catflap is uncovered he seems to have realised that Felix is being allowed through it, and comes to peer hopefully though from time to time.
I hope he’ll live for a record-breaking number of years, I’ve fallen for him already!