Zen, look for one of these in Petco or the like: [link]
The extra small fits cats and is much more humane.
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Zen, look for one of these in Petco or the like: [link]
The extra small fits cats and is much more humane.
Seconding that. Much less traumatic for you both.
Pix, that looks good, but will it keep him from rubbing at his eye? It doesn't look like it would. Or would he just not be able to reach his paw around it?
Not that he is trying to rub at the eye at all. And he's still managing to bash his face into things. Given that his method of self-soothing is to rub his face on things. Not sure how much good the darn thing is actually doing.
Sorry for fretting so much, y'all. Fretting is what I do best.
And Windsparrow, sorry for your travails! Sounds like a DAY.
Thanks! It was a Day, indeed. However I kept thinking, "Later on, this is going to be really funny. No wait, it's pretty funny right now."
aw ... poor grey kitty. Although your being able to track him by the sound reminds me of a college boyfriend's roommate. He was SERIOUSLY nearsighted and you always knew when he was wandering around at night (without glasses) by the sound of (bump) "ouch, dammit" as he bounced off the walls.
Not the same thing but,
Darby gets up for a big drink of water about 5-10 mintues after my light goes off. Every night. I guess it's her own little bedtime ritual. I had no idea how much I subconsciously listened for the sound before falling asleep until she was staying at my sister's or somewhere so I didn't hear it. It made me oddly anxious until I reminded myself why.
When Koogie had a cone, he would go to his preferred dripping faucet, stick the cone under the edge, then lick up the water that was gathering inside the cone. Then empty the cone into the sink. However, he'd keep catching the cone on the edge of doorways and get stuck and kept pushing rather than move over a couple of inches.
Ugh. I hate when pictures remind me that I do not always look like I do in my head. I was at a dance convention over memorial day weekend, and a dude took a ton of pictures and is slowly putting them up, and I finally found a few of myself...and my face is all piggy looking, like my features are too tiny and sunken for it, and my belly is enormous (several pictures in profile--ACK). UGH. And of course I see all this as I'm eating a ham and cheese croissant (so delicious...so bad for me). Just...not how I see myself looking when I dance.
meara, I think you're lovely, but my BFF and I both sympathize. She just got a driver's license photo taken and was deeply bummed over her appearance. We have the same problem as you: we don't look like we think we look, and the disparity is sad-making.
Okay, I've gone and bought a cat-size inflatable collar. I didn't notice until I got it home that it's supposed to be attached to the pet's collar. Gray Cat doesn't have a collar. Will it work anyway? Or do I need to go buy a collar too?
It was damned hard to inflate! People with asthma should all be issued a handheld inflating device.