Classical Kitty

Patches, our cat, would have felt right at home in ancient Rome. Specifically, she would have been a natural in the vomitoriums.

Yeah, that specially-designed-for-sensitive-stomachs cat food we’ve been giving her has really worked well. She only barfed twice yesterday, and the pile of puke the second time weighed nearly as much as she does.

G-R-oss.

Feline Guilt

Jen and I feel like we screwed up our cat, Patches, by trying to bring a second cat into the house. These feelings are irrational, but that doesn’t mean they aren’t real. We both said that we have the urge to try to make it up to Ms Patches by spoiling the holy hell out of her.

Today we bought:
A big cat tree.
A kitty bed.
A shelf thing to attach to a windowsill so she can perch on it.
Three different kinds of cat toys.
Two new types of treats.

The cat tree is up. She hasn’t climbed on it yet, but she did put her paws onto the lowest level. I tried two of the toys. They definitely caught her interest, but she ended up running away from both of them.

Patches is just crazy.