Ho hum! Alfredo has started to sleep balanced on the stair banister on the first floor landing - does he want to end it all? Trying to get rid of the eight lives he has left? And yes, the inevitable would happen and he'd fall off with an almighty bang halfway down the stairs. So everytime I caught him clambering up onto the banisters I'd shift him onto a less dangerous sleeping place. I put lemon all over the area - did that stop him? No!
I came home this afternoon to find him with a big swollen front paw, not putting any weight on it and a pathetic look on his face. I touched the paw and he'd hiss. He had obviously fallen off again and landed badly. I have now sprayed the offending area with flea spray (which he hates) - (the banister, not the paw!).
So off to the vets I go, fearing a broken leg.
I'd changed vets a few months ago, to one closer to me, and with the added bonus of two young attractive male vets! So, we go into see Brendan (tall, dark hair, brilliant blue eyes) and Alf quite happily lets him manipulate his paw and leg, walks without a limp and looks quite happy!! Grrrr!! The vet just thinks I'm an over-anxious mother. He gives Alf a couple of jabs to keep me happy - and to pay for his next fashionable hair-cut.
Alf is now sprawled quite happily on the microwave showing no signs of remorse at causing me worry and upset and for costing me nearly fifty pounds!
Why do my cats like to sleep in inappropriate places? Top of high cupboards, on TVs, banisters, hanging out of open windows. (He only fell out the window once - again a first floor window - landing on the outside sill. Luckily my chappie was home with his big long arms, and managed to grab his head and hauled him back inside that way.)
I love my cats, but some days I could quite happily murder them
I came home this afternoon to find him with a big swollen front paw, not putting any weight on it and a pathetic look on his face. I touched the paw and he'd hiss. He had obviously fallen off again and landed badly. I have now sprayed the offending area with flea spray (which he hates) - (the banister, not the paw!).
So off to the vets I go, fearing a broken leg.
I'd changed vets a few months ago, to one closer to me, and with the added bonus of two young attractive male vets! So, we go into see Brendan (tall, dark hair, brilliant blue eyes) and Alf quite happily lets him manipulate his paw and leg, walks without a limp and looks quite happy!! Grrrr!! The vet just thinks I'm an over-anxious mother. He gives Alf a couple of jabs to keep me happy - and to pay for his next fashionable hair-cut.
Alf is now sprawled quite happily on the microwave showing no signs of remorse at causing me worry and upset and for costing me nearly fifty pounds!
Why do my cats like to sleep in inappropriate places? Top of high cupboards, on TVs, banisters, hanging out of open windows. (He only fell out the window once - again a first floor window - landing on the outside sill. Luckily my chappie was home with his big long arms, and managed to grab his head and hauled him back inside that way.)
I love my cats, but some days I could quite happily murder them