I Just Got Adopted...
...by this traveling flea circus. I was on my way to the local store and it ran right to me friendlier than a cat has a right to be. So I took him/her home, ran right back out and bought some kitty litter, two types of cat food, and Spider Man 3 in case s/he gets bored (alright, I bought it for myself).
I got home about 15 minutes ago, put out the food and s/he's still eating. S/He looks reasonably well-fed but still hungry.
It's funny how they adopt those who aren't ordinarily cat people and at the damnedest of times, such as when they're most-needed.
posted by jurassicpork @ Tuesday, June 09, 2009
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As an owner of many cats....
She may have that "fed" look and
very hungry as she prepares to have
a litter of kittens.
Advice-move litter box away from
the food dishes near the back
door so she will associate that
with going outside instead of inside unless it's rainy. Have
fresh (daily) water in clean dish
instead of milk ( cats actually
don't have proper digestive system
for cow milk ). Use a little milk
as treat. Boil cheap chicken leg
quarters in generous amount of water to yield broth. Remove
all chicken bones and keep separate from broth. When broth is
chilled it will form like gelatin
with yellow fat on top. Spoon some
of that on some cheap canned food
and watch it disappear! It will
help keep her from spitting up hairballs and keep her regular too.
Her coat will be shinny and soft.
If she has longer hair use a hairbrush on her each day for a once-over to minimize shedding all over you and your place. When she
finds a favorite spot to sleep and
groom put an old towel there so it
can be washed regularly to reduce
the flea eggs and ear mites.
Cats are wonderful friends. They can be very intuitive of your feelings and moods. Enjoy your ever faithful friend. Just hope
she wasn't someone elses friend.
Now that's a nice thing to see. And I was going to mention the milk thing, but anon has you covered.
Cats can be wonderful friends. It will be fun for you to get to know this cat's personality.
Welcome to the world of cat people, JP. Only one thing, don't put the litter box next to the food bowl. I mean really, would you want to eat food next to your toilet?
I remember this cat. We met before last April when I still had my day job. I was walking to work one morning and he ran right up to me just like last night. I went to the same store and got him a can of cat food and put it down for him. That was the last I saw him until last night.
He's definitely a tom. When he walks away I can see that he's got a helluva set so I know he's not neutered. He has a nick in one ear so, despite his well-fed status, he still appears to be a lifelong stray. He has a perpetual squint in his right eye and I'm thinking of naming him Popeye.
Great name! If he is over 6 months
he will start spraying to mark
your house as his.
Also no onion; garlic; or tomato
foods. Popeye remembered you fed him.
Yeah, I know, I know. I owned a cat back at my last house. That's partly why I took him in. He reminds me of my last cat, Smokey. God, I miss him. He used to walk into the bathroom every time I sat down to be petted. If my hand was too high, he'd get up on his hind legs and butt his head against my hand.
Jesus, I miss that. I miss having him jump into my lap when I was writing at the table and my saying, "Hello, little boy. You come to see Daddy?" (sigh) I miss everything about him. There's a lot about my past life that I miss.
gee, i hope he and Sweetie get along . . . her best friend in Stamford was a tom, she should be able to adjust.
OK, now I understand why I've been advised to move the litter box out of the kitchen as Popeye just used it for the first time for the bowel movement of the century. Pee-YOO!
In the bathroom now, as is only appropriate.
yes, cat shit has got to be one of the rankest smells going. say hi to Popeye for me, please.
JP,
If you buy dry cat food (and try to get some without any coloring in it), their poop will be less odorific (yeah, I made that up, sue me.) I can't stand the smell of wet cat food - especially in the morning. Makes me want to yak just thinking about it.
And the chicken broth thing works on dry food too; or you can just put a teaspoon or so of oil (any kind) and that will help with the fur balls and puking thing). For some reason, my cats would always puke when I gave them colored food; but they are spoiled like their mama.
Lisa: I gave him that canned food mainly as a treat but I'm a big believer in dry food for both cats and dogs. Canned food could cause weight problems.
And he has a healthy appetite, God love him.
My cats eat dry food soaking wet
or dry. Lisa's suggestion of
chicken broth on the dry food
sounds like a winner.
check out link to Popeye the Sailor Man music and lyrics
http://kids.niehs.nih.gov/lyrics/popeye.htm
I made a pork chop tonight and poured the pan drippings onto his dry cat food. Popeye loved it. He does two things, basically- Eat and sleep, a lovable and benevolent parasite.
For a wild, outdoor tom, he hasn't been driving me crazy yowling to be let out. He seems quite comfy and content to be here, which brings a small spot of joy and satisfaction to my heart.
More photos please. Thanks
More photos of what? Him sleeping? Eating? That's all he fucking does. That and knocking his water bowl over. Smokey used to do that when he was younger.
I miss that, too, believe it or not.
I CAN HAZ HOME NAO!
Congratulations on yer new kitteh!
Now if you can get him to recognize LOLspeak...
I used to have two cats I adopted together from the pound. I named them Bubbles and Candy, after two famous strippers. Bubbles grew into her name, and looked like an Ottoman the color of concrete, so we kept her indoors and off the street. Candy was just a wacky tortoiseshell. In the fullness of time, Bubbles succumbed to a cold but died at home among family. Candy got old and one day took cat's leave. She didn't want to be found, and a few days later Hurricane Ike hit, so that was that.
They were great cats.
This cat's the only other living creature in my home, in my life. He runs away from me when I try to pet him and only seems to remember I exist when he's hungry or eants something. Sort of like certain former family members I can think of.
But he's all I have. That's how empty my life is. Everyone I love is like a ghost. My fiancee, my grandson, my other loved ones. I needed this cat because he needed me even only only for creature comforts and sustenance.
He came into my life at a time when it was thrown into chaos, a chaos that could get worse after tomorrow (I could lose my job). Nothing and I mean nothing is going right. I have relationship problems with everyone I know and love, money problems, vocational and avocational problems (no agent will read beyond chapter one of my novel)...
I hate to whine and keep playing the victim yet it's hard to see how I am not. At least my cat, if I so chose to unburden myself to him, wouldn't criticize me, wouldn't demean or insult me, wouldn't threaten me with the police or the courts, wouldn't bar me from seeing a loved one and wouldn't take anything from me more costly than a bag of kitty litter and a box of cat food.
He's really all I have left in the real world just as I am all he has.
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