It’s the peep today. Gracie is at the casino and you can see what the others are up.
This week it’s about stairs. I adopted all the current cats as adults. They came from rescues, shelters or foster homes. In each case they were confined to a cage, cat room or room in a house but not given access to an entire house. Each one has a different background but they all had one issue in common. They weren’t familiar with stairs.
That’s not to say they didn’t know how to climb. They all had access to cat trees or furniture to climb but that’s not the same as a staircase.
Gracie came from a hoarding situation. My best story about her is that she would go in the garbage to fish out food. I remember her running around with a pork chop bone that was almost bigger than she was. She only did that the first week until she realized that food would be put out just for her. That’s when she realized she could be picky and she is. The cat who ate table scraps from the trash now will only eat one brand and one flavor and not always that. They learn fast but I’m digressing.
She hadn’t done stairs before. She didn’t know if she preferred the carpet part or the tiny section on the end that isn’t carpeted. She would go down the stairs with her back end running faster than her front end so at the bottom she was always facing up. It was funny to watch. She doesn’t do that anymore now preferring to lay on the step so she is in the way (like a proper cat).
Morgan took to them fast. She scaled any childproof gate I set up to isolate her. She wanted to meet the rest of the crew pronto. Her first journey down the steps was normal except she didn’t know if she wanted to go down right side, left side (moving her legs on the same side at the same time) or front and back (looks more like a prancing pace).
Sasha is a front back cat when it comes to stairs with her
little big rump flopping up and down in rhythm.
Gus was three when adopted and had spent his three years in a cat room. He took the longest to adjust to stairs. At the beginning he sat at the top of the stairs and looked down. It took Gracie to coax him. Now he can’t be stopped. He is a large and long cat so he takes the steps like a basketball player skipping some that he feels are unnecessary..
Cats are not all the same. Not even in small things like how to manage stairs. They drink water differently too. Gracie prefers to dig in her water bowl first (to create a mess) and Gus paws up some water and licks it off his paw (also creating a mess). Sometimes I wonder if there really are “normal” cats. Certainly not in my house.
We all wish you a great weekend and if you are in the US, a great holiday weekend.