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Cat hair. Cat hair everywhere. Including my sheets. Kika, I love you dearly, but let me brush you you grumpy fool!
Siegfrieda in the meantime is having the time of her life with the Christmas decoration. Including the lights on her Panzer and the bell and festoon on Kika’s Chat-eau.
My pet vacuum is doing fine. He’s getting old, and his battery is getting weaker. Regardless, he tries very hard, and manage to do a great job every time cleaning the floor. I just need to remember to pick up any socks off the floor every day. It’s a choking hazard, you see.
It’s 6am, the rest of the family is still asleep, I just woke up to go to the toilet and got stuck on the phone for a bit on the sofa in the living room.
The cat is going crazy, scratching it’s scratch sofa, running full speed from INE end of the living room to the other and sometimes crashing in to the door. It’s very loud, I’m trying to make him come down before he wakes up everyone.
Had a major breakthrough with Vulture. For anyone who hasn’t seen my previous comment, she is a cat who was hanging around my work, disappeared, and came back with difficulties with her back legs and full body tremors.
My ex and I have been working with her for several months after capture, including vet trips. For most of this time, she has been extremely standoffish, and no one can blame her given her condition.
Recently, she started rubbing her body against me and purring, but absolutely refused any return affections. One day, I just reached down while she was distracted and lightly touched her tail. That was allowed, and we’ve moved on to full pets! She’s now a happy little bundle of purrs, so long as I let her make the initial contact!
On top of that, our movement has gotten so much better. I don’t think she’ll ever be free of issues with her back legs, but she’s moving around a lot more, doing some more hops around her space, and has just become even livelier than ever before.
We have went from hiding in a corner and hissing, to happily strutting up and throwing ourselves in love mode. She’s even started showing increased interest in her toys! She has a favorite mouse toy she brings into her heated house to snuggle with nightly, and the others get bipped and bopped around.
We’re going to try a litterbox again soon(at first, she didn’t have the control to manage getting in and out of even a low one, so we’ve had puppy pads for now), and I have a lot of hope for that. She’s showing that she’s a very intelligent little cat that just needed time and comfort to recover.
Leo decided today that he wouldn’t tolerate the robotic vacuum any longer.
He argued with her for a long time until I finally couldn’t take it any longer and put her in another room.
Leo made me miss Lana, my childhood poodle. She was roughly the same size and colour as him. Extremely smart, loyal and kind to the point she nursed a kitten.
Leo is being trained as a service dog for my wife.
Among other problems, she experiences attacks of low potassium. When it happens, she can’t move and can barely speak. However, we have a rescue med that she can take that raises her potassium and gets her back to normal.
That was one of the things we wanted Leo to do. Not so much give her the med, but let me know so that I can and she doesn’t spend hours stuck while I’m working. However we had no idea how we were going to teach him. It turns out we didn’t have to.
The first time I had to give her the med, he thought it was a treat and jumped on her to try to get some. That happened a few more times. Eventually he just sat there and watched.
One night he was acting strange. He was pacing around, and jumping up on me as if he wanted to climb up into my chair, but then he’d jump down again. After about 20 minutes of that, my wife started to feel an attack coming on. I went out to get the meds, and he hopped into her chair and put his head on her lap.
I gave her the meds and he stayed on her lap until she was ok again.
After that there was a day when I had to be onsite at work. Those are always bad days because by the time she realizes she’s having an attack, she can’t move, so she can’t get the meds on her own. If I’m not there, she’s stuck sometimes all day waiting for me to come home. However, Leo took her by the hand and pulled her into the kitchen where we keep her meds while she could still get them herself.
Leo’s still a bit of a pain in the ass, and he has a lot of training and maturing to do before he can be certified as a service dog (service dogs don’t argue with vacuum cleaners). However, he already figured out the most important thing.
That explains the “service dog // do not pet” on his harness, I was wondering about it.
The first time I had to give her the med, he thought it was a treat and jumped on her to try to get some.
Birds of a feather with Lana then. Who took human meds not once, but twice. The first one was simply calcium supplements, no biggie, but the second one got us really worried because it was pressure meds. It was, like: my mum put my father’s meds on a handkerchief, went to the kitchen to grab some water, and when she was back to their room… where are the meds? Thankfully they only made Lana sleep through the whole day, but still, it got us worried.
However, Leo took her by the hand and pulled her into the kitchen where we keep her meds while she could still get them herself.
Smart dog being the hero of the day \o/
That’s the charm of poodles: they’re quick to learn things, and they care a lot about the ones around them. I bet he’ll realise the roomba is no threat (or noteworthy) in no time.
Also, I have no idea if the attacks are a temporary or permanent issue, but I hope your wife gets better!
