Yes, its time for another cat post. For those who are new to my blog, Flickr Friday is my chosen method of showcasing my favourite photos from my flickr photostream on my blog. Today’s Flickr Friday is dedicated to my beautiful little girl, Serine. We’ve had some problems with her using the entire house as a litter box, but I think we’ve finally solved the problem.
I’m ashamed to say that the problem was me. You see, my Mum ended up cleaning her litter more often than I did because I was just plain lazy. And I think she didn’t like that, she wanted me to go be the one in there cleaning her litter. The change was almost instantaneous, and after 3 days of consecutively using her litter tray properly we let her out of her little room. So now, she’s roaming the house free and has been my good little girl.
I was really worried for a while there because if she didn’t learn how to use her tray, I would have lost the battle against my parents to keep her. You see, we’ve all developed allergies: My Mum was the first to get it, then me and now my Dad has developed a whooping cough that just won’t go away. And I think we can deal with just the allergies alone, but using the entire house as a litter box is just not going to cut it anymore. Now I may be speaking too soon because it’s only been a few days since she’s been out of her room but I’m hopeful.
She’s quite a bit younger in this photo, but it’s one of my favourites; it reminds me of the days when I was able to let her sleep with me in my room. How I long for those days, but my allergies would keep me up if I were to let her sleep with me now. *sigh* What’s a girl to do?
Have you ever had this problem with a pet? How did you solve it?
I had a different picture initially picked out for today’s Flickr Friday, but I had popped by my parent’s house yesterday and I saw her for a few minutes and I missed her so that I decided I would post up this picture for your enjoyment, and mine.
This photo was taken close to when I was leaving to move to Ireland in July 2006. I had gotten a new camera, and was clicking like crazy. I got my beautiful little girl, in 2003 when I was still working at Ikea and my co-worker told me that his friend’s cat just gave birth to some kittens. He proceeded to tell me that his friend also said that if he doesn’t find adopters for these cats he’ll feed them his snakes as he already has 3 cats and can’t take care of 5 more. Needless to say I went to the friend’s house that night!
I walked in and there were two black cats and one white cat lounging around near the front door. Suddenly, I saw a grey blur whiz by us. Obvsiouly, I fell in love instantly with said blur. We chased her around the house for almost an hour before we caught her and I was able to bring her home in her little basket. I don’t have photos of her when she was younger up on flickr yet but they’ll get up there eventually. There’s more to Serine’s story but I’ll save that for another Flickr Friday.
I’m sure you all have pets, how did you fall in love with them?
What is life without choice? It’d be a pretty dull existence if we weren’t able to chose how to live our lives.
I learnt not too long ago that you chose what type of live you life. Whether you’re happy or sad, fortunate or unfortunate. After all, not getting everything on your wishlist doesn’t make you unfortunate as long as you don’t look at it that way. Besides, what is stuff anyway? It’s just stuff.
My parents have been graciously looking after my kitty since I left home last year, and I hear she hasn’t been acting like the nicest kitty. She goes to the toilet almost anywhere she wants. She doesn’t urinate anywhere but her litter box anymore, but she does still drop in random places. The only way my Dad’s been able to prevent her from going most places is by leaving mothballs around.
But this Christmas, my Mum’s side of the family is having a reunion in the Philippines and my parents and brother will be away from the house for a little over 3 weeks. At first, my parent’s suggestion was to take her to the THS and I nearly cried right on the phone with my Dad. But I told them there was no way I was going to lost her.
Years ago, when we first moved to Canada we had a cat but we had to give her away to the THS because we were only renting the 1st floor of someone’s house and the lady in the house was deathly allergic to cats… so much so she started coughing up blood. We tried giving her to one of our friends while we looked for our own place to live but the Mum in that family discovered she was allergic to cats too. So we eventually had to give sweet, gentle Midnight away. And it was one of the saddest days of my life… she never brought her claws out, but she was digging into my jacket trying to hold on to me. I decided then, that I will never give a cat over to the THS ever again… I’d find her a home myself if I couldn’t take care of her anymore.
So I don’t know what to do now… I wish I could win some lottery. Then the $16 a day fee for the boarding kennels at the vet’s wouldn’t be a problem!