I was thinking about this last night and today.
Just about every time I see Tarka now, I pick her up and put her in the litter box, just in case she wants to go.
Every time she does go and messes on the floor and herself, I pick her up and clean her legs, knickerbockers and bum with warm soapy water and then leave her to lick herselfdry (she isn't so keen on the hairdryer).
Last week Friday and last night again, she had 4 accidents yesterday, I bathed her in the bath. So, she was sopping wet, I towel dried her and then left her to lick herself clean.
Every night, I give her a tablet. This week alone, she has been to the vet once and the accupuncturist twice.
And yet, she thinks that I am the best thing since sliced bread. She adores me. When I think of all the awful things that keep on happening to her, I can't imagine why she would let me pick her up, let alone demand to be picked up and then purr for hours on my chest.
Any thoughts on how cats can look past these things? Or is it simply a matter of the hand that feeds....
Just about every time I see Tarka now, I pick her up and put her in the litter box, just in case she wants to go.
Every time she does go and messes on the floor and herself, I pick her up and clean her legs, knickerbockers and bum with warm soapy water and then leave her to lick herselfdry (she isn't so keen on the hairdryer).
Last week Friday and last night again, she had 4 accidents yesterday, I bathed her in the bath. So, she was sopping wet, I towel dried her and then left her to lick herself clean.
Every night, I give her a tablet. This week alone, she has been to the vet once and the accupuncturist twice.
And yet, she thinks that I am the best thing since sliced bread. She adores me. When I think of all the awful things that keep on happening to her, I can't imagine why she would let me pick her up, let alone demand to be picked up and then purr for hours on my chest.
Any thoughts on how cats can look past these things? Or is it simply a matter of the hand that feeds....