Fussy Pussies.

[Guest]

Whatever can you do with them?

A couple of weeks ago I started a thread about our sick kitty (Jenny). During the course of running up hundreds of dollars in vet bills (*cough, cough*) we discovered that Jenny has hyperthyroidism.

OK. Pills morning and night, no problem. (We could go for the radioactive isotope treatment but I don't think so.) They even have a patch available for longer periods if we happen to be out of town.

We're giving her people baby food to help put some lost weight back on her skinny butt. That's working very well, as a matter of fact.

The only problem now? One of our other cats.

None of them need baby food. In fact, one kitty is dangerously close to becoming a 25 pounder.

But one kitty (Jenny's petite daughter, Taz) is ferociously pissed at every breathing creature in our household. She hisses and spits at everyone - my husband and I, our kids, the other cats - We initially worried she was ill but we've since realized she's just mad as hell that Jenny gets yummy food and she doesn't. God help us all.

The solution? We've started sneaking Taz a bit of special food herself. Strangely enough, she still seems pretty miffed (in true teenager fashion, I suppose).

Jenny won't need the extra food forever but I have a feeling our angry little pussy cat is never going to forgive us.

We're doomed.

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[Guest]

Nothing scarier than an angry pussy.

Good luck.

 

[SeaCat]

Aren't cat's fun. (I'm really trying to avoid the puns here. )

We too are having a trying time with one of our cats. Bubba is a 17 pound Reverse Color Sealpoint Siamese. Since the Hurricanes he haas decided he either hates our living room rug, or he just loves it to death. Either way he has gotten into the habit of relieving himself on it. We have tried several things, none of which have worked. Now we are trying an Enzyme deep cleaner for the rug to be followed with a Kittyoff spray. We shall see what happens. (He only does it at night. During the day he uses the litter box.)

Cat

 

[R. Richard]

Some years back I knew some people who had a cat. It was a siamese and very attractive looking. Apparently it was so attractive that a little old lady down the street decided that she wanted the siamese. The little old lady started feeding the siamese harse meast. Instantly, the siamese relocated to the little old ladie's house. However, it would sometimes stroll back up to its original owners and show off its glossy fur, apparently to show the original owners what someone could do with a siamese if they really cared.

You're doomed.

 

[TheEarl]

Sarahh: Our dog is on his way out and thus gets just about any food he wants to try and ensure that he eats something to keep his weight up. Dry dog food, wet dog food, boiled fish, rice, weetabix, chicken. From years of giving him dry food and teaching him that if he didn't eat it, he wouldn't eat (can't abide spoilt pets) he's now getting anything he wants. Appears to be thriving on it so far - shows how much vets know .

The strange thing is that our other dog doesn't seem to mind at all. She's being really protective of him when they go out, she's making sure not to run into him and when he's down, she's really morose too. Not a whisker of complaint about the food situation. I think she knows as well as we do that his time with us is limited.

The Earl

 

[Bridget69]

When I saw the title of this thread, I thought it was about women who were hard to please. LOL!

 

[cloudy]

and I thought it was gonna be about the wine, a la Cheech & Chong....

 

[mfoghorn66]

I'll ask for forgivness in advance...

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[Guest]

Aren't cat's fun. (I'm really trying to avoid the puns here. )

We too are having a trying time with one of our cats. Bubba is a 17 pound Reverse Color Sealpoint Siamese. Since the Hurricanes he haas decided he either hates our living room rug, or he just loves it to death. Either way he has gotten into the habit of relieving himself on it. We have tried several things, none of which have worked. Now we are trying an Enzyme deep cleaner for the rug to be followed with a Kittyoff spray. We shall see what happens. (He only does it at night. During the day he uses the litter box.)

Cat

Poor kitty. So he had to go through the hurricane with you? Sounds as if he's still pretty rattled.

OR - he's just pretty pissed at you and taking it out on the rug..

 

[SeaCat]

Poor kitty. So he had to go through the hurricane with you? Sounds as if he's still pretty rattled.

OR - he's just pretty pissed at you and taking it out on the rug..

It could be either, but I'm kind of betting on him being rattled. (He'll crawl into bed between us and sleep the night away after he's done with the rug. Then again mayb he is pissed at us. He does seem to always be there when we decide it's time to have some fun. Kind of like an In-Law.)

Cat

 

[Guest]

It could be either, but I'm kind of betting on him being rattled. (He'll crawl into bed between us and sleep the night away after he's done with the rug. Then again mayb he is pissed at us. He does seem to always be there when we decide it's time to have some fun. Kind of like an In-Law.)

Cat

He rode out the hurricane with you? I imagine he is pretty angry (because I'm sure the wind and noise and scary vibes were all your fault - LOL).

Maybe you can find him something to shred? Or to pee all over? Something he can blame for what happened.

I have heard of vets putting animals on anti-depressants, especially after a stressful event.

A little kitty Valium, perhaps?

 

[Guest]

Some years back I knew some people who had a cat. It was a siamese and very attractive looking. Apparently it was so attractive that a little old lady down the street decided that she wanted the siamese. The little old lady started feeding the siamese harse meast. Instantly, the siamese relocated to the little old ladie's house. However, it would sometimes stroll back up to its original owners and show off its glossy fur, apparently to show the original owners what someone could do with a siamese if they really cared.

You're doomed.

Yes - we truly are doomed.

How's that quote go?

In Ancient Egypt cats were revered as gods. Cats have never forgotten this.

 

[Guest]

Sarahh: Our dog is on his way out and thus gets just about any food he wants to try and ensure that he eats something to keep his weight up. Dry dog food, wet dog food, boiled fish, rice, weetabix, chicken. From years of giving him dry food and teaching him that if he didn't eat it, he wouldn't eat (can't abide spoilt pets) he's now getting anything he wants. Appears to be thriving on it so far - shows how much vets know .

The strange thing is that our other dog doesn't seem to mind at all. She's being really protective of him when they go out, she's making sure not to run into him and when he's down, she's really morose too. Not a whisker of complaint about the food situation. I think she knows as well as we do that his time with us is limited.

The Earl

Earl -

That is a lovely story. And I do believe animals are aware of situations such as that.

We took in two sweet stray cats quite awhile ago (brothers, we assumed). We still have one but the other had all kinds of problems. Near as the vet could figure out he had some sort of brain injury. He couldn't walk well and was partially blind so he had lots of difficulty navigating around our house.

We moved a litter box upstairs for him and watched to make sure the other cats allowed him food. But we saw pretty quickly we didn't have to worry. They watched out for him. When he made his way to eat they got out of the way and then stayed with him until he was done. When they were playing running kitty games they were careful not to knock him over - LOL.

Because he wasn't very mobile he caught pneumonia and died at about age 2. We were sad but felt he'd had a pretty decent life in spite of all his difficulties.

Anyway, love to your pooches.

 

[Lisa Denton]

Get your pussy a toy.

No,no, all you sick perverted peoples. What I mean is get that cat a toy that is like only for her. Let her see that you don't let the other cats play with it. If you need to only take it out and let her play with it in a room where she is the only cat. It will save you money from treating her with special food.

Experiment with different toys.

No, no, perverted peoples. What I mean is try like a ball of yarn or something you have around the house. Move around the whips and chains under the bed and see if there is somethin there a pussy might like (not an old broken sex toy, silly) pussies like simple things sometimes like a old sock with another sock balled up inside.

Try the different toys on your pussy.

No, no, you peoples are wierd. What I mean is see if she likes one and if you find a toy that makes your pussy really purr, then make that her special toy. Only for her to play with.

I don't have a cat, I have a lil puppy dog. But I like other peoples cats and know how they can be. See ya.

 

[rgraham666]

Or your cat could just be psychotic.

I had one of those.

One night, I wake up in my bed. I think, "There's a cat under the covers with me. It's stalking something. Since I sleep in the nude, there's only one thing it could be stalking down there. MOVE!" Too late. EEYOW!

That's the moment his name changed from 'Patches' to 'You Little Bastard".

A couple of days later, he tries to blind me.

Luckily for him, he disappeared the next day when I let him out.

On the other hand, the cat after him was the sweetest animal I've ever owned. I guess it all balances out.

 

[ABSTRUSE]

Or your cat could just be psychotic.

I had one of those.

One night, I wake up in my bed. I think, "There's a cat under the covers with me. It's stalking something. Since I sleep in the nude, there's only one thing it could be stalking down there. MOVE!" Too late. EEYOW!

That's the moment his name changed from 'Patches' to 'You Little Bastard".

A couple of days later, he tries to blind me.

Luckily for him, he disappeared the next day when I let him out.

On the other hand, the cat after him was the sweetest animal I've ever owned. I guess it all balances out.

Sorry RG, but PMSL!!!!
Cats are insane, gotta love that.

 

[Guest]

Or your cat could just be psychotic.

I had one of those.

One night, I wake up in my bed. I think, "There's a cat under the covers with me. It's stalking something. Since I sleep in the nude, there's only one thing it could be stalking down there. MOVE!" Too late. EEYOW!

That's the moment his name changed from 'Patches' to 'You Little Bastard".

A couple of days later, he tries to blind me.

Luckily for him, he disappeared the next day when I let him out.

On the other hand, the cat after him was the sweetest animal I've ever owned. I guess it all balances out.

LOL!

Good friends of ours had a wild kitty they named Frank.

Which quickly turned into GODDAMMITFRANK!!!!!

 

[Virtual_Burlesque]

. . . The little old lady started feeding the siamese harse meast. . .

The first time I read that as “ hearse meat I’m not certain which would have been scarier, the cat eating hearse meat or the old lady who fed it to the cat.

... Experiment with different toys. ...

The cat I had (or maybe she had me) when I was a kid loved a toy that I made for her. I put a soft rubber ball into a woolen glove and tied it shut with a long piece of light braided rope.

When I threw it she would chase after it, catch it, shake it to break it's neck, or flop over and slash at it with the claws on its hind feet. When I would jerk on the rope, she would fight some more. If it got away, she would run after and pounce on it.

She let you know when she wanted to play catch . . . she would carry it in by the thumb and parade around growling until somebody picked up the other end.

She had a basket in the hall, but she never slept in it. She would take out her glove and every morning would be found sleeping with it over my feet.

She let you know when she wanted to play catch . . . she would carry it in by the thumb and parade around growling until somebody picked up the other end.

She had a basket in the hall, but she never slept in it. She would take out her glove and every morning would be found sleeping with it over my feet.

I tried to recreate the toy for Muffin (the neighbour’s cat). He will run after it once or twice, and then lose interest. If I dangle an end of the rope from my hand, however, he will bat at that forever.