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Current Events => General Discussion => Topic started by: franksolich on June 21, 2009, 08:07:33 AM
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Actually, two of them.
There's more than two cats; problems, I mean.
When I awoke this morning, Snow was the only cat inside the house.
But lo and behold, Abbie, Harold, Ellie, Gustav, William, and Decker were waiting on the front porch for me to let them inside. The cat door was open all night, giving them unlimited access and exit, but no, they wanted me to open the door for them.
(The cat door is two feet away from the front door, the human door.)
It's highly unusual for me to have 100% turnout, of the cats.
They all came inside, and immediately headed for the cat food in the kitchen.
There's so much cat food in the kitchen available to them that if they ate it all, each cat would weigh circa 50 pounds.
What I'm saying is, there's plenty, and more, for each cat.
But no, they have to fight and squabble over a single bowl, ignoring all the bounty in the other bowls filled with exactly the same thing.
I'm starting to think the cats have been influenced by the primitives.
Something similar happens in winter, when they're all indoors. There's so much room here in this house that each cat could have its own "territory" about the size of a tennis court.....but then they all fight and squabble over a 2'x2' area of floor.
Well, one supposes cats can't help being cats.
The other problem is the ancient crippled Gustav who some weeks ago started appearing only on weekends, staying away during the week. This was about the same time I decided it would be good to take Gustav to the veterinary, for a look-see into his physical condition.
The veterinary is not open on weekends.
Gustav is an antique cat, anywhere from 13 to 16 years of age. He showed up here exactly a year ago, bearing a front leg snapped in half. The leg was splinted, Gustav got all shot up and neutralized, and thus far remains healthy.
However.
Gustav has been increasingly walking around as if a table where the four legs are splayed out (I think that's the correct term), probably because the way his broken leg healed.
Because of his age, and because of this awkwardness, I just want the veterinary to look him over, to assure me that Gustav isn't in any sort of pain. Just a simple examination, no drugs, no shots, nothing to make a cat uncomfortable.
But Gustav avoids coming home during the week (when the veterinary is open), as if there's leprosy or something here Monday through Friday, but not Saturday and Sunday too.
And I can't force him to stay inside tonight, so as to take him in some time Monday.
I'm sure Gustav "knows" a trip to the veterinary is pending, but at the same time he has an exaggerated fear of what it's meant to involve.