When we adopted Kismet, she was a bit of a chubber and she still is now. We're going to the vet with our boy, Mo, this Thursday for some bum troubles so we'll see how this vet is with him before we bring in Kismet, now that she's adjusted to our home.
Mo likes to attack shoe laces. Kismet likes to chase Sprokets. They both lose interest within a relatively short period of time and don't end up huffing and puffing like they used to. My boyfriend used to get them to chase the lace around the bed, but I put a stop to that because it teaches them the bed is a place to play, and having claw holes in my fancy comforter is not okay. I've had to curb their foot-clawing/pouncing behaviour several times already. Because we do free-feeding (I'm a student, he's a freelancer. We have odd jobs and odd hours that are inconsistent. I do my best for a morning and evening wet meal, and dry is out during the course of the day), we really need to get these guys moving when we're around. Our laser pointer died, so we're gonna grab a new one next time we head by a dollar store.
I can't use any toys that look or sound like birds, because I have small birds in the apartment in another room, so toys like "Da Bird" are out regardless of how effective.
Please accept some crappy mobile pictures of my little chunker the day after we brought her home as my gratitude:
And Mo, back when he hated my existence and clawed at my feet in the bed he called his three years ago:
Mo likes to attack shoe laces. Kismet likes to chase Sprokets. They both lose interest within a relatively short period of time and don't end up huffing and puffing like they used to. My boyfriend used to get them to chase the lace around the bed, but I put a stop to that because it teaches them the bed is a place to play, and having claw holes in my fancy comforter is not okay. I've had to curb their foot-clawing/pouncing behaviour several times already. Because we do free-feeding (I'm a student, he's a freelancer. We have odd jobs and odd hours that are inconsistent. I do my best for a morning and evening wet meal, and dry is out during the course of the day), we really need to get these guys moving when we're around. Our laser pointer died, so we're gonna grab a new one next time we head by a dollar store.
I can't use any toys that look or sound like birds, because I have small birds in the apartment in another room, so toys like "Da Bird" are out regardless of how effective.
Please accept some crappy mobile pictures of my little chunker the day after we brought her home as my gratitude:
And Mo, back when he hated my existence and clawed at my feet in the bed he called his three years ago: