It never rains but it pours
Feb. 26th, 2021 09:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nosrednaydujWe seem to have another cat.
A friend of mine's mother passed away a few weeks ago, and left behind an elderly cat, and none of the heirs was really able to take it. Since I had just gotten my own elderly cat, I didn't think I could take it either. So, my friend Peg volunteered to at least foster it so they could have one problem off their hands.
Turns out this cat has not had much in the way of veterinary care, so off she went to the vet, where they discovered horrible teeth, but surprisingly healthy in all other regards. We're working on getting a dental appointment. Turns out there's not enough veterinary dentists in Massachusetts, and so there's a long waiting list everywhere!
Meanwhile, she seemed lonely because Peg is here a lot, and so the cat is alone when that happens, and when Peg is home, it's just one person. So, we decided that maybe the cat could live here. We'll find out how this works.
My kitty, Jetty, is still kind of hit and miss about the litter box, so she is confined to the third floor, where she visits me at night, and I occasionally go work or read up there so that I am with her and she is not lonely. She does not really seem to mind being lonely – there are many times in which she could be hanging with me upstairs, and instead she goes somewhere else (mostly back to her little bed) and hangs by herself.
The new kitty, not yet named (there's a contest, we didn't like the original name), will be a first-floor kitty. So far we have blocked off the stairs, although not thoroughly, so she can get past, though she will probably make a clattering so we will know when she knocks down the cardboard I've put up. The second floor is no-cat's-land at the moment, although the new kitty will probably be allowed there after she has proven her cat potty abilities downstairs. So far she has been happy to sit next to the table where Valerie and I were working on a jigsaw puzzle (of cats, appropriately) and receive occasional pettings.
A friend of mine's mother passed away a few weeks ago, and left behind an elderly cat, and none of the heirs was really able to take it. Since I had just gotten my own elderly cat, I didn't think I could take it either. So, my friend Peg volunteered to at least foster it so they could have one problem off their hands.
Turns out this cat has not had much in the way of veterinary care, so off she went to the vet, where they discovered horrible teeth, but surprisingly healthy in all other regards. We're working on getting a dental appointment. Turns out there's not enough veterinary dentists in Massachusetts, and so there's a long waiting list everywhere!
Meanwhile, she seemed lonely because Peg is here a lot, and so the cat is alone when that happens, and when Peg is home, it's just one person. So, we decided that maybe the cat could live here. We'll find out how this works.
My kitty, Jetty, is still kind of hit and miss about the litter box, so she is confined to the third floor, where she visits me at night, and I occasionally go work or read up there so that I am with her and she is not lonely. She does not really seem to mind being lonely – there are many times in which she could be hanging with me upstairs, and instead she goes somewhere else (mostly back to her little bed) and hangs by herself.
The new kitty, not yet named (there's a contest, we didn't like the original name), will be a first-floor kitty. So far we have blocked off the stairs, although not thoroughly, so she can get past, though she will probably make a clattering so we will know when she knocks down the cardboard I've put up. The second floor is no-cat's-land at the moment, although the new kitty will probably be allowed there after she has proven her cat potty abilities downstairs. So far she has been happy to sit next to the table where Valerie and I were working on a jigsaw puzzle (of cats, appropriately) and receive occasional pettings.
