My mother called in early January. Her BFF in Florida has had a recent family tragedy. I am not free to discuss the extent of this tragedy, so I’ll just say it was bad. I told Mom to get her affairs in order and get herself down there. We would take care of her cat.
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We had our last “pet” put down in 1991. When we were married, we had three. By 1991, we had two children and they kept me occupied enough. I was done with full-time animals.
We certainly love pets, we just don’t want them all the time. We have two grand-cats, male and female and a female grand-dog. We love them all.
So Mom drops the cat off on her way to Florida, along with the cat box and food, toys, etc. She reminds me of my daughter with the grandchild and all her paraphernalia. They also have to TELL me what to do when cat-sitting or babysitting; like we have never had an animal before and we had no children.
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The first couple of days the cat kept to herself. She was not a problem at all. She knew where her food was and where the box was. We all pretty much ignored each other. I was still working, so she had to entertain herself when I was at work and my husband was doing whatever he was doing that particular day. On about the third day, she began to sit on our laps. This cat likes to be petted. All.the.time.
She never wanted to sleep with me as our other cats did. She either slept UNDER the bed, on the chair in my room, or possibly in the guest room. However, she had a habit of climbing on me in the morning. I sleep on my side; so she would perch on my shoulder and arm. Most of the time she just waited there, until I got up.
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As time wore on—and we never expected it to go on for two months—she became bolder and bolder. The “worst” thing we caught her in was climbing on the dining room table. We have place mats and they would be awry. She climbed on my furniture in the bedroom and she climbed on the piano and other furniture. I am very glad that I never saw her on the kitchen counters.
She liked looking out windows and would lie in the sun in front of the sliding glass doors in the dining room. At least she did that when we had sun. During the time we were cat fostering, we had one of the worst winters on record. She kept me warm in the evenings by sitting on my lap.
Jerry and I both covered our laps with something in order to keep the cat hair to a minimum. She knew if we put our lap coverings (I used a throw and he used a towel), that we were inviting her to sit there. At first, she spent time equally with us. As time went on, she became my cat.
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I retired during this time and also contracted an upper respiratory infection. I didn't feel well and I didn't do much. I was very content to sit in the chair with a cat on my lap. Certainly I spoiled her. I learned her timing and rhythms in eating, sleeping and playing. Periodically she would become “Psycho Cat” and run from one end of the house to the other…..several times. It was entertaining.
She found our garage. I am of the opinion that you let an animal or child explore, if they are safe. We left her stay in the garage until she wanted in. It was still winter; I knew she wouldn't want to be out there long. The only issue we had was in her wanting to sneak out a door. Any door. Any time.
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As time wore on, we knew my mother would be returning soon. I wondered how this would go. Would she warm up to my mother when she returned? Mom was planning to spend the night with us anyway, but she didn't go to her right away. However, I went to bed early, and she ended up spending the night in the guest room with my mother. I knew all would be fine.
She is now happily at home with my mother. All is well. We may have her again next winter.
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