It had been years since I’d had to house train a dog, so when I took Ruby in, I’d hoped it would be as easy as I’d remembered. It wasn’t. Being glued to a computer working while trying to watch a sneaky little pup, was stressful and taking longer to train than I needed it to. I honestly don’t remember how I came across the potty doorbell, whether by chance or what, but I did and I liked what I was reading in the reviews. After a month of struggling to get Ruby trained to no longer use my house as her personal bathroom, I thought I’d found the solution to the quickest path to the goal. Those reviews just failed to mention one thing. Read more
When I take in a rescue, it usually doesn’t take too long to figure out why they were dumped or abandoned. Usually, with the dogs, it’s because they are in that pup or young adult stage, where they are no longer a cute little puppy, but instead, an energetic ball of mischief. With my cats, it’s been just the fact that someone apparently didn’t want three kittens, or wanted rid of their or someone else’s cat, or in some cases with either of them, the owner possibly just didn’t care enough to look very hard for their missing cat or dog. In Julien’s case, it was probably because his previous owner was tired of his diarrhea and the mess it was causing.
If you’ve never heard of Cytauxzoonosis aka Bobcat Fever, it’s time to become familiar. As one of the most deadly diseases to affect cats that you’ve probably never heard of, it is well worth your time to know the details. Knowing them could mean the difference between life and death for your cat.
I admit it. I used to just be a dog person. Sure, I’d grown up with dogs AND cats, but they were mostly barn cats that did their own thing, and aside from playing with the half-wild kittens when they were still young enough to handle, there wasn’t a whole lot of interaction. They were kind of typical cats. They did their thing and us humans, did ours. It wasn’t that I didn’t like cats, I’d just never been as close to a cat as I had my dogs. That give-or-take-them mentality followed me into adulthood, until five years ago this week, when a little orange and cream swirled cat changed how I feel about cats.
A few months ago, I thought I was going to be adding a 7th cat to the crew and an 11th furry family member. It apparently wasn’t meant to be, but that doesn’t stop me from wondering and worrying if the little guy/girl is ok out there wherever he/she ended up.
This, my friends, is my official ‘Critter Catcher and Releaser Pitcher’. As you can see in the picture, thanks to Sissy, it is currently holding a baby field mouse. On average, I have to use this pitcher 1-2x a month to catch an escaped mouse, or other small critter that one of the six cats decides to bring inside, for what I’m really beginning to think is for bragging rights. Why else would you bring your catch in the house to have it be taken away by someone else or from your unhappy owner whose policy on the subject is ‘No’.
Most weeks are relatively quiet, until they’re not. This is one of those ‘not’ weeks. Wednesday night, Rosie decided to bring her late night dinner into the house. Fun non-fact, birds have approximately 35,0000 feathers. You can see that post/mess here: Excitement on Wednesday night
Today, I looked out to find a pleasant surprise…