To complete the previous post, I am indeed in that rotten honors college, albeit a month late.
But, there are good times as well. I have become a proper pet-owner for the first time since I was a child in single digits, and I pulled a goldfish named Alvin out of his fishtank and requested of my mother, "go park?"
His name is Zell and he'll be three years old in March. I'll be taking Zell in from a house with other pets. For some time it had been just Zell and another cat, but recently they've gotten a dog as well and this cat has been increasingly anxious and reclusive in the presence of more animals. Zell spends most of his time hiding, typically in a closet or the bathroom where his bed is. It's not really the dog's fault, as it's an old boxer and doesn't really look for trouble. The going theory is that for Zell to come to a home with no other pets will be less stressful for him. (and conveniently less stressful for his current household)
I went and picked up the last night. Tina, who has been taking care of Zell for the longest time took me into the room where they'd set up his bed. The moment I walked in, Zell got up and jumped out of the room, I think to go hide under a bed. Of course I don't begrudge him this, as now he's going to be holed up in a room at my house for the next two weeks, and after that merely cooped up in the house at large.
Tina as it turns out had one of the previously mentioned cat-relaxing pheremone thingies. However, we forget to pack that in with a selection of Zell's toys. Something came up, you see. I had presumed that the folks would have a cat carrier. They have two cats after all. It seems they'd loaned out their cat carrier at the precise time they were shipping out one of their cats. After some deliberation we decided that Zell would therefore be carried in a firm cloth laundry bag. It was nobody's first option but it was the best we had. Who knows but perhaps being in the dark helped smooth over kitty's reported carsickness. (No puking, whoopee) The drive was uneventful. While I had the cat in the bag I satisfied my curiosity and found that this kitty weighs twenty pounds. From what I understand, that's one heavy kitty.
But, there are good times as well. I have become a proper pet-owner for the first time since I was a child in single digits, and I pulled a goldfish named Alvin out of his fishtank and requested of my mother, "go park?"
His name is Zell and he'll be three years old in March. I'll be taking Zell in from a house with other pets. For some time it had been just Zell and another cat, but recently they've gotten a dog as well and this cat has been increasingly anxious and reclusive in the presence of more animals. Zell spends most of his time hiding, typically in a closet or the bathroom where his bed is. It's not really the dog's fault, as it's an old boxer and doesn't really look for trouble. The going theory is that for Zell to come to a home with no other pets will be less stressful for him. (and conveniently less stressful for his current household)
I went and picked up the last night. Tina, who has been taking care of Zell for the longest time took me into the room where they'd set up his bed. The moment I walked in, Zell got up and jumped out of the room, I think to go hide under a bed. Of course I don't begrudge him this, as now he's going to be holed up in a room at my house for the next two weeks, and after that merely cooped up in the house at large.
Tina as it turns out had one of the previously mentioned cat-relaxing pheremone thingies. However, we forget to pack that in with a selection of Zell's toys. Something came up, you see. I had presumed that the folks would have a cat carrier. They have two cats after all. It seems they'd loaned out their cat carrier at the precise time they were shipping out one of their cats. After some deliberation we decided that Zell would therefore be carried in a firm cloth laundry bag. It was nobody's first option but it was the best we had. Who knows but perhaps being in the dark helped smooth over kitty's reported carsickness. (No puking, whoopee) The drive was uneventful. While I had the cat in the bag I satisfied my curiosity and found that this kitty weighs twenty pounds. From what I understand, that's one heavy kitty.
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Where is Fields? Any idea when Owens is coming back?