Cat Forum / Cat Anecdotes / February 2006
Something is very wrong
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Paul F Austin - 31 Jan 2006 02:39 GMT Rocky is not fluffy. He's a 20 pound, small frame tabby and TED says diet or die.
Soooo, open feeding is thing of the past. His dinner gets put up when my Lovely Bride and I leave for work (we're not dumb as stumps, we want to get some sleep). This was Day One of the ordeal and LB called me about 7PM to tell me that Rocky is telling her loudly that Something Is Very Wrong. Martha had _left_ the dinner up, ignoring all entreaties of impending doom. Lots of maows, pitteous bleats, head bumps against her knees, you get the picture.
Even though the dinner is back, Rocky keeps checking after all, it might go away again. I can tell, we're going to have restless kitties from now on. Oddly though, Gazelle hasn't had much to say.
Victor Martinez - 31 Jan 2006 03:42 GMT > Rocky is not fluffy. He's a 20 pound, small frame tabby and TED says diet or > die. Perhaps switching to a low-car diet will help? Ideally, cats shouldn't eat carbs to begin with. I suggest canned food or at least Innova Evo, which is dry food made without grains of any kinds.
> some sleep). This was Day One of the ordeal and LB called me about 7PM to > tell me that Rocky is telling her loudly that Something Is Very Wrong. Of course it is! :)
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Paul F Austin - 01 Feb 2006 01:08 GMT > > Rocky is not fluffy. He's a 20 pound, small frame tabby and TED says diet or > > die. > > Perhaps switching to a low-car diet will help? Ideally, cats shouldn't > eat carbs to begin with. I suggest canned food or at least Innova Evo, > which is dry food made without grains of any kinds. Himself has enjoyed open feeding of Science Diet Light all his life. It's not that he gorges, it's just that he is _very_ economical in motion. Rocky most resembles one of the Kliban meatloaf cats. He has the same paint job and often says "Wacka-Wacka". Every one of the grey and white mackerel tabbies has been as sweet as anyone could ask for but Rocky is even sweeter . We've had three male mackerel tabbies. The first two were Martha's cats. this time, he's my cat instead of LB's. When Topaz died, Martha went to the pound looking for a grey and white tabby kitten. Rocky had been to cute school and practically waved his arm outside the bars saying "take _me_". Then while Martha was making Rocky's bail, a lady came in with a small cat carrier which contained a tiny Lynx Point kitten with a broken front leg. The leg had been set and put in a cast but the pound lady played Martha beautifully: "Oh, we can't keep a kitten with a broken leg, we'll have to gas her _today_".
Martha scooped up the kitten and said "No you _won't_" and that's how she came home with two kittens, much to Pooka's disgust.
Lesley - 01 Feb 2006 10:46 GMT > The leg had been set and put in a cast but the pound lady played Martha > beautifully: "Oh, we can't keep a kitten with a broken leg, we'll have to > gas her _today_". A similar thing happened to a friend of mine, he's just been through the horrible moment....When you come out of the vets with the empty carrier, he's just lost Bingo aged 18 to cancer. He got home and tearfully informed his flatmate that he would wait for a month and then wanted to get two slightly older cats from the rescue centre. In the meantime, on Saturday he had to go to the vets and collect Bingo so he could take him to his mum's and bury him.
So comes Saturday morning and he arrives, sitting on the reception desk is a cat carrier containing two beautiful long haired tabbies and while he is waiting for the receptionist (who seems to be taking a suspiciously long time) he finds himself unable to resist sticking his fingers through the mesh and giving skritchies (Bingo had trained him well!)
Finally the receptionist turns up and tells him about them. Brother and sister about 2 years old, people moved out and left them locked in the house, luckily a neighbour heard them crying. Alas although they are fine and healthy cats they are waiting to be taken to the rescue centre where they may be difficult to rehome as everyone wants kittens and will probably be put down....
His flatmate got a call 10 minutes later asking him to purchase supplies and come and collect Chloe and Tigger....
What he didn't find out until much later was his flatmate realising that he is dismal without a cat and if he waited a month, said flatmate had visions of him going to the rescue centre and trying to adopt every single cat....So he'd called the vets, spoken to the receptionist and said "Get that man two cats!". The odd thing is the two of them were a perfect match for what he wanted and it's true they were about to go to a rescue centre (I call this the "Cat Agency"- they seem to send a cat along when needed). The trick was to persuade him to take them and the receptionist apparently brought tears to the eyes of several people with her performance...
My friend wasn't too displeased when he found out what his flatmate had done
Lesley
Slave of the Fabulous Furballs (and yes they are from the Agency.)
Charleen Welton - 01 Feb 2006 15:38 GMT >> The leg had been set and put in a cast but the pound lady played Martha >> beautifully: "Oh, we can't keep a kitten with a broken leg, we'll have to [quoted text clipped - 42 lines] > > Slave of the Fabulous Furballs (and yes they are from the Agency.) This brought tears of joy and happiness to my eyes and heart. What a wonderful story. Charleeen
Lesley - 02 Feb 2006 12:43 GMT > This brought tears of joy and happiness to my eyes and heart. What a > wonderful story. Cheers
I saw Chloe and Tigger only the other night- you just look at them and wonder what was wrong with the people who left them locked in an empty house. Still they certainly have a forever home now!
About 3 months after they went to live with their new slave, he and his flatmate had to move houses. At first the cats both went mad and they weren't sure why, then they realised....after all the last time people had put things in boxes and taken the boxes away they got left behind. So they brought the cat carrier out and opened it. You never saw two cats so eager to get into a cat carrier, it was like "Everything in boxes is being taken and now we're in a box so we'll be taken too!"
Lesley
SLave of the Fabulous Furballs
Jo Firey - 31 Jan 2006 05:02 GMT > Rocky is not fluffy. He's a 20 pound, small frame tabby and TED says diet > or [quoted text clipped - 14 lines] > away again. I can tell, we're going to have restless kitties from now on. > Oddly though, Gazelle hasn't had much to say. Sounds like Molly. She pretty much ignores my existence. Unless or until the bottom of the food bowl becomes visible. Then she becomes the sweetest most affectionate cat on earth. Gentle paw taps to my face, ankle rubs the works. She is lucky I don't have to heart to do this to her on purpose.
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Pat - 01 Feb 2006 04:43 GMT > Sounds like Molly. She pretty much ignores my existence. Unless or until > the bottom of the food bowl becomes visible. Then she becomes the > sweetest most affectionate cat on earth. Gentle paw taps to my face, > ankle rubs the works. She is lucky I don't have to heart to do this to > her on purpose. I get the same treatment from Abelard whenever he is awake and there are no shrimpies being served. His favorite thing to do to me is headbutting, from behind. He gets on the back of the sofa so he's at the right level to get at my head.
Helen Miles - 31 Jan 2006 13:43 GMT This was Day One of the ordeal and LB called me about 7PM to
> tell me that Rocky is telling her loudly that Something Is Very Wrong. > Martha had _left_ the dinner up, ignoring all entreaties of impending doom. > Lots of maows, pitteous bleats, head bumps against her knees, you get the > picture./// Mine get free fed, but wet food is in allocated quantaties at set times. I was late with dinner last night, and Lily did a whole routine of "Mommy-I'm-dying-of-hunger-and-feed-us-now-or-I'll-call-the-RSPCA-for-cruelty-to-babies" routine. Of course, everyone else was perfectly happy to eat the kibble that was down!
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Lesley - 31 Jan 2006 13:53 GMT times.
> I was late with dinner last night, and Lily did a whole routine of > "Mommy-I'm-dying-of-hunger-and-feed-us-now-or-I'll-call-the-RSPCA-for-cruelty-to-babies" > routine. Isis (RB) had the routine down pat. She used to have this mew that wobbled in the middle as if to say "I'm so starved I can't even mew properly"
Lesley
Slave of the Fabulous Furballs
Marina - 31 Jan 2006 17:19 GMT > times. > [quoted text clipped - 5 lines] > wobbled in the middle as if to say "I'm so starved I can't even mew > properly" LOL! Nikki used to do exactly the same thing!
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Lesley - 31 Jan 2006 13:54 GMT times.
> I was late with dinner last night, and Lily did a whole routine of > "Mommy-I'm-dying-of-hunger-and-feed-us-now-or-I'll-call-the-RSPCA-for-cruelty-to-babies" > routine. Isis (RB) had the routine down pat. She used to have this mew that wobbled in the middle as if to say "I'm so starved I can't even mew properly"
Lesley
Slave of the Fabulous Furballs
Enfilade - 31 Jan 2006 15:55 GMT > > I was late with dinner last night, and Lily did a whole routine of > > "Mommy-I'm-dying-of-hunger-and-feed-us-now-or-I'll-call-the-RSPCA-for-cruelty-to-babies" > > routine. Tyche is a piggy, but she understands that bowls get empty and will be re filled. Kumani and Nocturne like to nibble throughout the day and don't like the "morning rush."
But Smokey still remembers having nothing to eat, and so he's got this "food fetish." The sight of five empty food bowls sends him into screaming fits, and he NEEDS food to appear in the morning (so much for sleeping till noon). We free-feed just to avoid the eardrum trauma, because he can, and has, kept it up for hours--at the end point, starting to bite to demand food, and you can hear him in other apartments.
The funny thing is when he will whine and sing to get breakfast, and you got to feed him and two bowls are still full...he just had to know there WILL be food if it was needed...
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