Sorry for the lack of posts but I didn’t want to announce that I’d be out of town for a few days. My boyfriend and I headed up to Cleveland to see my parents. My boyfriend has only been in Cleveland at Christmas when it’s not at its prettiest so it was a treat to show him my home town full of greenery.
We had a bit of a scare two days before we left when Toby started peeing frequently and I spotted some redness in the pee. The vet gave us another prescription for anti-inflammatory meds and said not to worry unless it happens again. I then of course freaked out about asking my neighbor to not just feed, scoop litter, and play with the cats but to medicate Toby–until I gave Toby his first dose and remembered how crazy he is for that anti-inflammatory. He literally tries to suckle on the dropped. It’s bizarre but kind of awesome.
My neighbor has two cats of his own who have met Toby and Keen in the building hall and is a really nice guy but I was still a bit nervous about adding “and keep an eye out for bright red pee spots” because that just somehow sounds crazy and weird, but he was really nice about the whole thing and swore he didn’t mind. I left a blueberry pie in the fridge for him which has disappeared so I’m assuming it was a good thank you gift. I’ll probably find out Thursday when I stop by to say thank you and pick up my extra keys. We didn’t get back until after 11 on Wednesday so I didn’t want to bother him.
The cats seem happy and there were no major messes, which, as you all may know, is unusual for kitties left wild.Unless mine are just odd. I’m not sure if it’s Toby purposefully being naughty or if the stress of me leaving throws off his digestive system, but there’s almost always some big mess near the litter box, into which the bathmat, toilet paper, and various other objects have been pulled.
As I write this, Toby is laying on the table, staring at me and purring. We played a short game of fetch after he flank rubbed my boyfriend and me. Even more impressive, guess who started purring when he was scooped up? Yup. Keen rested his head on my arm, relaxed, and actually purred for about 10 seconds before gently leaping to the couch (without claws!) and then formed a little kitty loaf and purred at me with his sides moving in and out with the purr. Such a nice way to be greeted home.
Tomorrow is back to work and the shelter. A friend of mine is an amazing professional photographer and he agreed to shoot some photos of WHS’s Georgia Avenue cats tomorrow evening 🙂 I’m really excited. His photos are absolutely amazing and in this age of Petfinder.com, a good photo makes all the difference. Cross your fingers that the shoot goes well!
Also, in case you didn’t see Webbthistle’s comment, her two fosters from WHS got adopted! Grinned so hard when I saw her comment that I almost cried.
Not sure there is a greater homecoming than Keen purring, Toby forcefully flank rubbing, and finding out two kitties got adopted. Such an awesome day.
There is just nothing on earth as good as being welcomed home by your pet. My dog does a hind-leg joy dance when I come home and I love it. 🙂
Hope your trip home went well.
Great post, I am almost 100% in agreement with you