You get a story, fortunately with a happy ending. Early last evening the phone "blew up" with a tornado warning. So...I already had the proper channels on the net and tv, tornado was inching closer to where I live. 23 miles, then 15, then 7. So for the first time ever I decided I would put the cats in the basement for safety sake. So, Lil'While was already down there playing in some water seeping in. One down, three to go. Then I snagged the little black one off the end of the couch, no issues. Then I went for the big Russian Blue who is 18 years old. No problem. I put him on the top step and closed the door.
THEN I snagged a heavy duty towel and corralled the once feral one who was on my bed at the moment. Then the hissing, spitting, snarling, scratching and death threats started. I get the wiry bundle to the basement door and open it, at which point I realized the big Russian Blue, Smoke, had not moved. Nor was he going to move. I tried putting the last cat down there and all hell broke loose between the once feral and Smoke the ruler of the house. So...I then had two cats downstairs.
Fortunately, the tornado blew itself out when it was about 6 miles away. Lil'While came up after about another hour, wanted to be pet at that point for a long time, playing in the water is hard work and the wiry bundle has put out a "hit" on me! BTW nothing more pleasant than curling up to a nice, warm wet cat for a couple hours. The shaving will commence tomorrow.
Once upon a time ago I put in a gravity feeding cat waterer. I thought it was a good idea at the time. First day, great. Second day, I'm sitting on the couch and hear gurgle gurgle gurgle, the sound it makes when a cat has drank some water and the air goes into the void in the container. But wait! More gurgle gurgle gurgle. And then again. So I went in the room. Lil'While thought it was absolute fun to bat the water out of it on the floor to have it make that great noise. ALL of the water.
THEN I snagged a heavy duty towel and corralled the once feral one who was on my bed at the moment. Then the hissing, spitting, snarling, scratching and death threats started. I get the wiry bundle to the basement door and open it, at which point I realized the big Russian Blue, Smoke, had not moved. Nor was he going to move. I tried putting the last cat down there and all hell broke loose between the once feral and Smoke the ruler of the house. So...I then had two cats downstairs.
Fortunately, the tornado blew itself out when it was about 6 miles away. Lil'While came up after about another hour, wanted to be pet at that point for a long time, playing in the water is hard work and the wiry bundle has put out a "hit" on me! BTW nothing more pleasant than curling up to a nice, warm wet cat for a couple hours. The shaving will commence tomorrow.
Once upon a time ago I put in a gravity feeding cat waterer. I thought it was a good idea at the time. First day, great. Second day, I'm sitting on the couch and hear gurgle gurgle gurgle, the sound it makes when a cat has drank some water and the air goes into the void in the container. But wait! More gurgle gurgle gurgle. And then again. So I went in the room. Lil'While thought it was absolute fun to bat the water out of it on the floor to have it make that great noise. ALL of the water.
