It's like having a furry toddler

[moonwise]

It's bad enough that we can't leave food unattended in the kitchen for longer than fifteen seconds. Now it turns out nothing is safe.

In the mornings, I go down to the kitchen while my husband is having a shower to put out the cereal bowls for breakfast and pack lunches. This morning, we didn't pack lunches, so I tucked a dishtowel all around the food and went to watch TV for a while. We also take multivitamins in the morning, so I left them on the counter near the food.

When husband came downstairs, we quickly discovered that the multivitamins were gone, and one of the three pills (the supplement I take for my eyes) had been horked up on the floor. The other two Centrum-like tabs were nowhere to be found - not under the fridge or oven, not on the floor, not anywhere we looked. We could only deduce that Biscuit had eaten them.

I don't understand how she could have managed the two horse pills, never mind that they taste terrible, but since we couldn't find the vitamins anywhere, we had to assume that they were in her stomach. One call to Animal Poison Control and $60 later, we were assured that she might have some tummy trouble but would otherwise be OK. She got to spend the day in the basement so that if she did puke, she wouldn't do it on something like my husband's prized leather lounge chair.

It's like having a baby. Biscuit wakes us up at 4 AM because she wants to be fed, she cries all the time, and she's a total pest. Last night she was "helping" me quilt, and I was terrified that she was going to put her nose on the iron. Now we've had to call Poison Control (according to my MIL, she had that number memorized, because my husband and his brother had a taste for stuff like Pine-Sol.)

But she's a cutie pie. :3

Comments

[archaeologist-d.livejournal.com]

Yeah, the iron thing is always a problem. I even have my kids come a little too close to the iron and I have to watch them every time - and they are teens, too.

LOL on biscuit!

[arafel.livejournal.com]

Having a close encounter with the iron is never a good thing! Especially when you're ironing seams and you have to keep it on all the time.

[little-licks.livejournal.com]

Between Das Weinerhund and the roomies' two kittens, we have our own little band of babies. Marley has gotten to the point where if he's awake before Val and I are, he usually wait in bed until 6am (when my alarm goes off) before making a pest of himself. Like Biscuit, he's a shryer and a "helper."

And like Biscuit, he's totally adorable. :)

The two kitties, tho - oh man, are they pests. They've started climbing all over things and knocking over stuff. I had to pick up an entire packet of tacks that they had scattered and were playing with. I could almost hear the Biscuit-talk:

Me: *picking up tacks*
Akuma: Why you take away my pwetty shiny toy?
Me: If I don't hide them from you, you'll eat them and die.
Akuma: But my shiny toys!
Me: No, kitty! Tacks are not yummy!
Akuma: WAAAAAAANNNNNNNT

At least all the animals get exercise, with Marley chasing the other furry idiots around the house (playfully, and at least one kitty doesn't mind it too much).

[arafel.livejournal.com]

I WAS PLAYING WITH THOSE TACKS

WHY YOU TAKE

D:

I'm glad you have a doggily to help out with kitty exercise. Helps keep everyone entertained.

[rydain]

Cats really are like toddlers with claws and the ability to jump and squeeze into a surprising variety of spaces. Ours settled down as they grew out of kittenhood. Sort of. They get bossy when it's time for attention, and we still have occasional mornings where Chester gets fussy and paws open the dresser doors.

[arafel.livejournal.com]

Hopefully Biscuit will retain her playfulness, but we could do without the 4 AM wake-up call. I'm glad to hear from your experience that she might settle down somewhat!

[kyburg.livejournal.com]

I have one that will happily show me where the treats are - just hand them over and the wheedling will stop. WWWWHHHHHEEEEEEDLE.

Then there was the one who barfed all over everything while we were gone last weekend. We're home - she's fine. The carpets - not so much.

A third is a bona fide SHINY thief.

The fourth is a real sweetie - unless you're furry vermin. Then, you're lunch.

[arafel.livejournal.com]

One kitty is a hassle - my hat is off to you for dealing with four.

[emiweebee.livejournal.com]

I'm so glad you guys already knew the pet PCC number - a lot of people complain about the cost, but it is so worth it for peace of mind.

There's nothing better than a pukey cat.

[arafel.livejournal.com]

We didn't know the number, but the Animerge clinic gave it to us and told us to call them before bringing Biscuit in. I figure that the cost of the PCC number was as much as or less than a trip to the vet, which was our other option.

lol. I used to do a great "puking cat" impression, and during one memorable evening at home, I totally fooled my dad. He was running around looking for Max before he could barf on the floor, and it was me all the time. XD

[emiweebee.livejournal.com]

Some people get fussy about the cost, like, "Regular PCC is free!" Well, regular PCC isn't staffed by vet/students, and isn't massively supported as in the public's interest.

Cagney has lots of hints she'll puke. She cries (which is the worst), or sort of hisses, or licks her lips frantically. Then, if you move suddenly, she tries to hide, which cements the impending puke. :p