Long time no post. Still evaluating the usefulness of this medium. But while we’re in limbo, still had to share this with all cat-lovers out there:
How to Tell if Your Cat is Plotting to Kill You
Hope to be back soon.
Mary simply adores it when we are outside with her. I was sitting with Mary and Murphy outside, when a neighbour came out and started chatting to me. He told me he can see I really love my cat (YAY!!! Someone finally notices!!). Then he broke the news to me that Mary spends time in his flat as well. He told me what a gentle and good-natured cat she is, and how she loves to play – she especially goes mad if you put your hand underneath the carpet.
I was absolutely mortified! Firstly because she makes herself at home in someone else’s flat and secondly because she plays with someone else. Mary does not like to play with me. She plays with my partner yes, but not with me. I kind of feel betrayed to be honest. At least she is not a problem. I am thankful that the neighbour is not complaining about her spending time in his flat, but instead, that he welcomes it. I still can’t help taking Mary’s “disloyalty” personally. Should I?!
On a different note, we are back at the battle of the food. We managed to get our hands on a few precious pouches of that veterinary food, but that has run out. She now refuses to eat anything else. She will nibble on some biscuits, but pulls up her nose at anything else. We cooked her some liver, I even tried to simulate the vet food by boiling chicken and rice and making it in to a moosh. Not a chance. I bought her chicken loaf, but that is not good enough either. I am starting to get really worried because she is losing weight (and no she is not eating at the neighbour’s either).
Tonight we will go and get some fish. I am sure she will eat that. In fact, I know she will eat it. But that will also mean that chances are her skin inflammation will be back soon.
After all this, she still thinks the neighbour is better than us.
Damn cat.
One thing about Cape Town that seems to get to even the born and bred Capetonians, is the wind. Otherwise known as the Black South Easter or the Cape Doctor. This wind is a constant in summer and can get to strong that people have to hold on to poles just to keep up right.
Unfortunately, we live in the basin of the city where this Black South Easter turns. When it blows, trust me, you know it. This also means kitty gets locked inside. This also means we have a very, very unhappy cat on our hands who has no problem in letting us know exactly how unhappy she is about not having access to outside. She keeps us up all night and howls non-stop. She drives us insane. It is not fun trying to sleep with a loudly complaining cat in the background doing her utmost to keep you awake. And of course, she no longer cares about being squirted. Mr. Squirty has lost its effectiveness.
When she is outside, she is in her element. And what she loves more than being outside, is if we are outside with her.
Recently, she came back from outside for a nibble. Her food was finished and when we did not jump up and give her biscuits, she went outside again. Ten minutes later I went to look for her and found her crunching on something (as in literally, you could her “crunch, crunch”). I first thought someone gave her a piece of meat or something and I panicked. Upon closer inspection, I saw she was eating a mouse, and the crunching sound was the head in her mouth. I felt insulted – we are obviously not important enough to share in the spoils of the hunt. No gifts brought to the lair (for which, I have to admit, I am eternally grateful!).
This morning, I noticed that she has a wound in her neck. It is a deep gaping hole. Fortunately the vet gave me extra antibiotics which I will give to her to keep infection at bay. If that does not help, it is back to the vet again.
The Hunter with the Hunted
The Wound
