Cats and Korea

Today has been weird.

The plan was to head down to my parents today, but then I woke up to a load of cat sick on the floor, liquid cat poo in the litter tray and a very sorry for herself  kitten. She didn’t eat her breakfast and seemed to just want to sleep so I held fire on bundling her up into her carry case for a two and a half hour drive until she perked up a bit.

This meant that from about 10.30 onwards, I wasn’t really sure if I’d be heading down south today or not.

I complain about wasting my weekends a lot on this blog - the days when you don’t do anything productive. Normally on those days I do at least something though, be it putting some washing on, or running the vacuum around. I did all of that stuff yesterday. I did absolutely nothing today.

Unless you count me filling a teabag dish with water every hour or so and putting it next to my cats face so that she’d stay hydrated.  This was when she wasn’t moving from her make shift bed of the lid of my open suitcase, which is where she spent most of the day.

She seems ok now, and has had a few biscuits. She’s moving around again now, so that’s good, as it wasn’t like her to spend so long in one place, especially when I wasn’t in the same room.

You know what’s just occurred to me? This blog is either about my cats, or Korea.

Sounds pretty representative of my life, then.

Kitten Riddle

Its getting dark. You give the kitten some biscuits and lock the cat flap so that she’s in for the night. She meows a little when she realises, and scratches around a bit, but she soon settles and goes to find something else to do. You watch the end of your film. 

The film finishes and you head up to bed. The kitten isn’t downstairs so you expect to find her in your room somewhere. However, when you go into your bedroom, the kitten isn’t on the bed, which isn’t that unusual as she rarely sleeps on the bed unless you’re there. You look under the bed, but all you see are bottle tops she’s being playing with and abandoned. You look under the wardrobes. Nothing. You look in the drawers. Nada. You wonder whether you were being totally unobservant and missed her being in her bed in the living room, so you go back downstairs. She isn’t in her bed, her hidey hole, behind the sofas or anywhere in the hall or kitchen. You double check the cat flap - definitely locked. You rattle her biscuits but you are greeted by only silence. 

Baffled, you return upstairs. You look towards the window, and notice the gap is a little wider than normal. 

No.

No, she couldn’t ... could she?

You fling open the window and look out into the dark night. There is a distinct lack of kitten with four broken legs directly below, which is good. You make a noise, and hear a meow. Followed by a scrambling noise, and then the kitten appears over the fence. 

So yeah, Agi jumps out of buildings from the second story now. She’s also learnt to climb fences without the aid of bins, sheds and plants apparently, but I feel like the key point here is that she jumped out of a window. 

Spayed

Agi was spayed today.

I was really worried that she would be in a massive mood with me, not just fir the operation, but also because I left her and that I couldn’t give her anything to eat since her tea last night. Luckily, if she was pissed off, she got over it quickly, as she is being as lovely as ever. She’s currently lying over my shoulder asleep, and has been cuddled up to me al,let ever since we got home.

Other than the time when I was sitting on the floor and she kept trying to attack my crotch. That felt a bit vengeful.

Kitten Related Insomnia

I forgot to post again last night. Actually, that's a massive lie, I didn't forget at all, I was too tired to be bothered, exasperated by the kitten trying to smother me.

In the week and a bit since I've had Agi, I've shut her in the living room at night, as that is where her litter and food and toys have been during her settling in period. But now she's settled, I've started to move her food and litter out, and allow her more of a free roam of the house. Last night was the turn of seeing how she handled having the run of the house at night time. 

Expectation

Agi snuggles up adorably at the foot of my bed and goes to sleep.

Reality

Agi knocks everything that isn't heavier than a book off both my bedside tables. 

Agi sees her reflection in the mirror and freaks out, puffing herself up and repeatedly tries to run into the wardrobe to confront reflection Agi.

Agi pounces on my feet for half an hour straight.

Agi figures out how to get up on the window still and spends a quiet few minutes looking out of the window. 

Agi attacks my slippers. 

Agi remembers I have hair, so plonks herself behind me and pulls and chews away. 

Agi realises she isn't close enough to my face so lies on it. I push her away, she attacks my hands. I move, she lies on my face. Repeat. For about an hour. 

Agi starts to settle down, she lies in a little ball under my chin in the crook of my arm. She is very warm. I start to think maybe this is it. Then Agi realises she's not close enough to my face again, and so lies on it. I put her outside and shut the door. She meows and I feel bad but I'm asleep before the guilt sets in too much. 

Chuck in quite a lot of plonking her on the floor, and you can pretty much see what happened last night. I think I might keep her out of my bedroom for at least a little while. There was far too much bum in face and little claws for my liking.