I haven’t given you an update about our kitties … but I have thought of so many things to tell you that I’ve now forgotten. Funny things. Sad things. Life’s crazy moment’s things. But then you know these – because these are the fabulous reasons for us having cats in our lives.
On the litter-behaviour front, things were good for a week and then became bad again when I added the pheromone plug-in. Not sure if that was a cause, an effect, or just an concurrently occurring variable. I wanted to throw my hands up and give up. Instead, I cleaned my floors again (hopeless tears not far away), cleaned the litters more often, and hoped for the best. It’s now been good for 3 days again… keep your fingers crossed for me.
Nuala is an emotional kitty – and so we showered her with love even though she was withdrawing from us. It’s changed her behaviour and she is more social and loving again. Not the same as pre-Cooper, but then again, she spends more time avoiding the grey freight-train.
And speaking of… Cooper is a kook. Sleeps on his back constantly. Belly-up like he doesn’t have a care in the world. Loves all kinds of cat nip. I brought some inside (only one little plant of mine is surviving so I can’t harvest much) and left it for a moment… and came back to find that he’d eaten all of it. Smug…and almost grinning at me. Food… he has never met a wet food he didn’t like… and will inhale his and then push Nuala away from hers. We hide food and feed them in separate spots since both girls will simply give in and let Cooper eat their food.
And then there is OUTSIDE. Out is a new favourite thing for Cooper. If you remember his disastrous first visit to the Out, and his subsequent wussy-butt, pawthetic ways about being in the Out, you’d be surprised at this. Cooper loves Out. He visits the Out almost every day now and squeaks (still no voice development) at the door and waits patiently until you put his harness on. He now understands that getting stuck momentarily on his leash (pegged to the ground so he can walk the width of the yard) is not an alien attack. He just flops over (like he is prone to do in the house) and roll in the dirt until one of us (there is always someone on leash-duty) un-tangles him from whatever he’s gotten into.
Thanks to his preferences, there is now a globe cedar that has lost its lowest branches to my clippers and my giant hostas are attacked, stepped on and mangled somewhat.
But how can we resist – Cooper loves the shade, cool and damp earth, the breeze (now that he knows it doesn’t attack him – though he still doesn’t like a strong breeze and will go to the door and squeak pitifully), and the birds who fly over his head and land nearby. He’s an old pro now, and when he’s had enough (about an hour) he will let you know by heading to the door and being a total suck until you let him in.
He’s a massive baby – about 14.5lbs of love, energy and joy. He bowls the other two light-weights over, but they are getting good at working out that he’s a kind soul. He will be an epic sleeper they can count on when he matures.