You don't have to admit it out loud--just know that I know you do.
So, The Cat in spite of about a month of reduced steroid dosage still acts as if she hasn't eaten all day, when in fact she ate ten minutes ago.
She is still enjoying her catnip square that she pulled out of the shipping box, and often sleeps on it as her pillow.
After today's litterbox usage FAIL--and subsequent carpet cleaning, exasperating litterbox change (larger box does not fit in kitchen sink anymore!)--I plan to try the Tidy Cats Breeze system. I mean, The Cat does (pardon my frankness) whiz gallons and doesn't do a whole lot of Number Two if her meds are working correctly. (Improving her aim might be another challenge but we'll see.)
And then last night she did something SHOCKING.
I've been talking about the free food extravaganza I've been having lately--well, a family gave the faculty free lunch on Thursday and there still were leftovers even at the end of the day Friday (so that was two free lunches!), so I got the last two little roast beastie sandwiches and bagged a few sweet peppers to go with them. Got them out for dinner last night after a trip to the gym. Even though the sandwiches were loaded with sweet peppers and a touch of horseradish, The Cat was highly interested. She was thrown a couple little scraps of meat just to help me eat in peace. . .
. . . then in a split second, she dove into my plate and snatched a fallen piece of sweet pepper. *crunch, crunch!*
YIKES. I watched her nervously for the rest of the night, but no ill effects.
|Except maybe laser eyes.|