My friend is off on another trip and I am cat-sitting. I am not a professional but I am reliable, dependable, cat-knowledgeable and of course, free.
I can dish food and scoop poop. But even more important, I exercise them so they don’t get bored.
Bettie’s old cat Suzie is easy. When she was younger, I would take her to my house and she would play with my cats. As she got older, we had some ‘pecking order’ issues that weren’t worth resolving with the short stays so I would visit her in her home.
Now she spends much of her time looking for and testing out the best napping spots, patches of sunlight and occasionally checking her food dish. All this is not unusual for an older adult cat.
Earlier in the year Brody, a male kitten with the energy of a cat on steroids, joined the household.
He is incredibly friendly and active. He would invite burglars in if they would play with him. He would show them the family jewels too! He’d shower them with kisses. He would run circles around them and then roll over for a belly rub.
Brody is now between 9 and 12 months old. Somehow, even with all the energy and running around, he has…umm…blossomed into a full-bodied cat. When I went over yesterday, we did kitty boot camp.
There is no judgment here. I have four cats and one is pudgy. I don’t know why. They all get the same food and the youngest (and skinniest) tends to steal everyone’s leftovers. Somehow Hazel has managed to weigh more than she should. Way more. As in I ought to do something soon before her skin bursts.
Brody was definitely up for the boot camp although he got winded faster than he should have. He also seemed to have some….ummm….flatulence. Why is it that cats get all farty when they are around me? Mine do it too.
He ran the length of the house ending in a beautiful, full-scale somersault (fart). Impressive. Then he ran through a maze (fart), over and over and over again. Pretty exciting (except for the fart part).
He leaped up on the table (in a single bound) to smell my coffee just to make sure it was good (it was) and then jumped back down (no fart this time!). This went on and on for a half hour.
When I left, I felt confident that he had a good workout and his digestive system was airless. He would take a nice long nap to recover and perhaps have a little snack.
On the other hand, I was exhausted, my coffee was gone and I had a full day of work to do. How did I come up with the short straw?