Loki’s not…umm..small. I don’t mean to say that he’s an overweight blob, but he’s not a fine svelte cat by any stretch. And his size really belies his weight. He’s a relatively compact package, and solid as a brick. He isn’t much bigger than Milo, but he has close to 5 pounds on him. They have days when they will sleep in the same box (suitcase actually) but most days they like their own space, although they get jealous of each other’s, regardless of who is where.
But methinks that this box is a bit small for him….
I have to mutter about them though. They are problem animals. We used to have one cat and the parrot. It wasn’t too terribly difficult to get away for a weekend, the cat could live off a bowl of dry food and the toilet seat stayed up. His litter would last for two days without attention. He wasn’t happy about it, but it was possible.
When we lost him and repopulated the apartment, we decided to get two since Tiko had always been lonely when we left. We had no idea the problems we would encounter with these two. One has issues with a dirty litter box and if it’s been used, even once, recently, he looks for alternate sites. The other thinks he will die if he doesn’t get his wet food twice a day and will wind himself into such a frenzy that when he does decide he’s hungry enough to eat dry food, he vomits it up immediately. So how do you leave those alone for more than 24 hours? We haven’t figured it out. There aren’t cat kennels, and our vet no longer boards. Our cats are too crazy to go on the boat, not that we’d trust Milo and his ‘mistakes’, and they are strictly indoor only cats anyway, no street smarts. We have a wonderful neighbour who looks after them a lot, but she’s not always around and we no longer have a backup in place. More often than not she is able to babysit them, but not always.
This weekend we were hoping to go away with friends on the boats. Actually, it got sort of mixed up because we had our wires crossed and thought it was last weekend, which was hideous so we assumed the entire thing had been called off. And then Tuesday, when we found out we had the weekends backwards, Kirk scrambled to try and get the Monday off, which he did, but last night we found out that our cat sitter is away for the weekend. So we’re hooped.
It is what it is I suppose, the price of having pets.
