Not only did it not stop Bella from getting fleas, it left her with a tiny bald spot on the back of her head.
Not only did it not stop Bella from getting fleas, it left her with a tiny bald spot on the back of her head.
Bella, my little fuzzy princess, got her letter published at http:\\www.ask-fisher.com
Sorry for not updating... My allergies are improving, but I may be coming down with a cold. *sigh*
Grizabella is using the litterbox now, and is determined to be a part time cat. I've put a collar on her, pink with a bell, and she is learning to tolerate it but still is Not Amused.
She's even less pleased with me at the moment. I had to lock her in the bathroom without food and water starting at 8pm last night, and dropped her off at the vet's this morning to be spayed. The most pitiful mewing in the world, I swear it... *sigh* I feel like such a rat. But it's for the best.
Grizabella used the litterbox for the first time! Yay! I promptly cleaned it, and will keep checking it. No 'presents' in other parts of the house since then either. I am crossing my fingers.
She also has hopped up in my lap! It lasted for about 30 seconds, then she decided she had better things to do. Like mew at the front door to be let out.
On the downside she escaped the house this morning while I was taking the dog out. It lasted about ten minutes... enough time for me to feel really guilty and worried. But I left the front door open, with dry food in sight, and she came strolling back in. I closed the door, and had a kitty again!
On REAL downside I had a bad allergy attack last night. Post nasal drip so bad I threw up dinner. And part of lunch. And threw up again this morning.
Please God, do not let me be developing an allergy to cats. Grizabella deserves better. I'm taking her to the Vet this morning to be vaccinated, and after I bring her home I'll be going to work. On the way home from work I'll be picking up allergy meds.
Well, after my husband got home and we got the trash out (ie no one would be opening the front door for the rest of the evening) we opened the bathroom door to check on the cat. *zoom* Out escapes Grizabella.
She apparently isn't litterbox trained. Because she tinkled on the cardboard scratcher I gave her. And in one of the corners that didn't have the litter box. And pooped there. And as soon as she got out, tinkled on one of the rugs my grandmother made. *sigh*
Well, I cleaned up the mess. Moved the litterbox to the corner she went in. Washed the rug. So did Grizabella want to go back into the bathroom? Of course not!
About 4:30 I'm woken by mewing. Grizabella wants outside. Not happening cat. She goes on my rug instead. Urine is a dark brown color... so I'm worried about the kitty. I clean up the mess. Woolite pet treat it. Then febreeze it. That will have to do for now. I'm tired, but I manage to get her caught in a towel, into the pet carrier, then into the bathroom.
*sigh*
Now back to bed, with mewing coming through the wall. In a few more hours I can call the vet.
Yes, I finally caught her. The most pitiful meowing in the world is coming from my bathroom. It breaks my heart, but I'm not sure she's litterbox trained, and it's safer for her in there for now. At least until I get her to the vet to get vaccinated, fixed, chipped, collared and tagged. Here's a picture of her in her last moments of freedom.


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