I had a terrible night’s sleep. I kept waking up worried about the morning. (Do Navy Seals have this problem before a special ops assignment).
There have been cats in my life for 60-ish years. We had them when I was a child. I know how to handle them. I can handle the untouchables, the biters, the people-haters. Cats that will not allow other people near, cuddle up to me.
I am the cat whisperer (sorta).
For the past couple of weeks, my semi-feral cat Hazel has not been friendly. It’s a crap shoot as to whether she will allow me to scratch her. Or touch her (heaven forbid!)
I don’t know why. She’s never been people-friendly but not like this.
Both she and Mollie had their vet visit scheduled this week. I set it for first thing because typically I could pick her up as I put her breakfast down. That was before. She hasn’t allowed me to pick her up at breakfast in weeks.
We have a standoff. I stand next to her dish and she stands 10 feet away waiting for me to leave. She always out-waits me. (Yeah, I’m a weenie!)
I wasn’t sure I’d be able to crate her. I’ve been working on friendly time. She isn’t having any of it.
For a chubby cat, she can move fast. She is like a greased pig if she doesn’t want to do something. She has a sixth sense about things that are going to happen to her.
I had a new idea but I couldn’t test it. Cats are smart. If you try something once, they remember and you can’t do it again. So with my untried technique, I came down to the kitchen.
She was there waiting patiently (sort of) for her breakfast. She wouldn’t let me near her. I was trying not to give off tension vibes. Cats can sense those too. If I’m a wreck they know something is up.
I tried my new technique and lickety split, she was in the carrier. She mewed which alerts the other cats that something is up. (Danger, danger!)
Morgan was intrigued. She’s the silly one-eyed cat who thinks all things revolve around her. She was saying, “Take me! Take me!” (She is the hit of the vet office. She loves it there!)
Running up the steps (without tripping) I entered Mollie’s room. She was on high alert. Not in her usual place, I moved to the bed to pet her. In one swoop I had her in my arms and despite her six-foot wide leg spread (cats do that maneuver when they don’t want to go into a front-loading carrier) she was inside.
Both cats were in the car and I was still shaking. (This was definitely a Starbucks day!)
I was excited to show off Hazel’s weight loss. She lost just under 4 pounds. That is huge for a cat. There were high five’s all around. (Of course I took all the credit! Hey, it was my doing. Not everyone can resist the puppy dog eyes that my cat has.)
I was hoping we were done for another year but they both need teeth work. Mollie needs an extraction and Hazel (yes, again) will need a thorough cleaning.
So there will be another day of stealth sneaking around. I’ll work on a new technique.
In the meantime, Morgan is napping in the carrier. She likes to make it smell homey! (What is wrong with that cat?)
Special thanks to the beloved husband who listened to my prattle; helped with the carriers; and took pictures!