we were adopted...
Posted: 10 Dec 2017, 23:35
when we first moved here, irene kept talking about a kitty she'd seen in the house in the evenings.
"yeah, sure..." we thought and nodded.
then we'd also seen a pile of fur screaming through late at night and the cat door rattling. next the basement started to smell ugly and we realized a cat was living down there! the fact that we stored catfood there might have had something.... i donno, just a hunch...
oh hell no! saxon and i went through every nook and cranny to make sure the intruder was out and after an exhaustive inspection we nailed the entrance point shut.
mistake. we locked the cat in!!!
i had put a litter box down there, but cat did not wish to use the facilities provided when there was a convenient bit of floor available.
ok, try again.
cleaned the mess up, deodorized, and in an unkind and nasty and noisy way we chased the poor thing out. i wasn't happy, but well, you know... as a peace offering i put food outside the kitchen door, which was accepted.
the nightly visits through the cat door started again. if you went into the kitchen, you'd find a pile of fur on the counter, taking off like a shot and out the kitty door. then i'd find it on the top shelf in the bathroom, on the armoire in the hall...
great. but we already have Tuppence! tuppence didn't mind. lucy did and would chase the intruder whenever she saw it.
this went on for a while, kitty getting bolder and finally punkin had made friends with her and got to stroke the soft fur. she was sold when she found the poor gentle soul was literally crawling with fleas! gross.
off to get flea stuff!
then kitty just moved in and after some trials got named Penny. she lives under the armoire in the entrance.
and the other day punkin calls me over "is she getting fat?" hm... hard to tell under all the fur... let's see... oh dear...
we might be getting ha'pennies.
"yeah, sure..." we thought and nodded.
then we'd also seen a pile of fur screaming through late at night and the cat door rattling. next the basement started to smell ugly and we realized a cat was living down there! the fact that we stored catfood there might have had something.... i donno, just a hunch...
oh hell no! saxon and i went through every nook and cranny to make sure the intruder was out and after an exhaustive inspection we nailed the entrance point shut.
mistake. we locked the cat in!!!
i had put a litter box down there, but cat did not wish to use the facilities provided when there was a convenient bit of floor available.
ok, try again.
cleaned the mess up, deodorized, and in an unkind and nasty and noisy way we chased the poor thing out. i wasn't happy, but well, you know... as a peace offering i put food outside the kitchen door, which was accepted.
the nightly visits through the cat door started again. if you went into the kitchen, you'd find a pile of fur on the counter, taking off like a shot and out the kitty door. then i'd find it on the top shelf in the bathroom, on the armoire in the hall...
great. but we already have Tuppence! tuppence didn't mind. lucy did and would chase the intruder whenever she saw it.
this went on for a while, kitty getting bolder and finally punkin had made friends with her and got to stroke the soft fur. she was sold when she found the poor gentle soul was literally crawling with fleas! gross.
off to get flea stuff!
then kitty just moved in and after some trials got named Penny. she lives under the armoire in the entrance.
and the other day punkin calls me over "is she getting fat?" hm... hard to tell under all the fur... let's see... oh dear...
we might be getting ha'pennies.