As you know from my last post, I’ve been having issues with peeing in the house and fighting. The primary culprit is Kai, who came to me as a feral and is still very fearful. He likes to pick on Lulu, as the meekest in the household, and also does a lot of territorial peeing. Of course the other kitties then follow suit and the house smells like a toilet.
We’ve been using vinegar as a cleaning agent for a long time, and bleach has been abolished (the ammonia smell can attract cats to pee on the area). But the house was still smelly. We did have some improvement whereby the kitties stopped peeing on soft surfaces and only peed on floors and bench tops. That was a minor improvement.
If you are new to my blog, there are a couple of relevant things you should know before we get to Kai’s behaviour modification program. Firstly, I live in the Philippines where it’s common to have domestic staff and drivers. It’s not exploitation, which I also address here in my article on Linked In; it provides fulfilling employment to locals who would otherwise not be able to support themselves or their families. My helper Lyn is an absolute wonder, and intrinsic to my household. She has a good job with me, is well paid and loves her work.
Today I spent a few hours cooking for my cats. With nine cats who for various reasons eat four times per day, my cat food bill is high but the biggest problem is keeping enough stock. Often the only varieties I can find are tuna and salmon based, and feeding cats too much fish makes them fussy eaters. The food I like to feed my cats doesn’t come in large cans so I’m also conscious of the excessive waste that lots of little cans and pouches creates.
In a sunny city far away, there once lived the most beautiful cat you have ever seen. Her name was Aurora and she was pure white and soft like fresh snow. She was a big, healthy cat with a lean frame and long legs and long swishy tail. She had a pretty face with a small pink nose and big green eyes. She lived in a happy home with a family of humans who loved her very much, gave her lots of good food and snuggles and games. One day, when she gave birth to just one tiny white kitten, her family were even happier, now they had a mini-Aurora!
The baby kitten lived happily with her beautiful mama. She knew she was lucky to be an only-kitten and not have to share her mama with brothers and sisters. She snuggled up to Aurora and enjoyed being bathed by her. She liked to purr and trill in her mama’s ear. And she liked to watch her mama with the humans; they were so kind to her, and Aurora loved to be near them. The kitten idolised her mama, and Aurora adored her beautiful baby girl with the jet black eyes.
Most of the kitties of Kitty Central go in the cats’ room at night from about 10pm until 6am, when breakfast is served outside. The plan was for all of them to spend the night in there –its certainly big enough and has enough beds and toys! But when there is tension I worry about the more timid kitties being bullied. So sometimes Lulu and Tully (the timid ones) stay out of the room, sometimes it’s Kai and Asha (the bullies). The tabby princes Harper and Finn aren’t yet in the big cats’ room – they will move in a few weeks.
Far far away there is a country made up of many islands, glistening like jewels in the ocean. The sun shines on the islands with their green jungles, tall palm trees and bright white sandy beaches alongside sparkling blue seas, and it’s always warm. Many of the people of this special place live simple lives with little money, but they help each other when times are difficult, and they smile and sing and find joy in their lives.
If you don’t follow us on Instagram or Facebook, this is a summary of our adventures in October. We didn’t know it then, but it would be the calm before the storm of November….
I didn’t travel anywhere in October, and we had no houseguests. So we settled into our routine, which involved me working longer hours during the week than the kitties would like, and then working on the sofa on the weekend when they would prefer I was out in the garden watching them run around.
I recently had a chat with a friend about feral kitties, and she told me a hilarious (but tragic) story about being asked to adopt some abandoned kittens, taking the four home in a cardboard box, opening the box and getting a big surprise. All four shot out of the box, hissing, growling and scratching. One jumped out an open window, never to be seen again, one shot up the chimney, one up the curtains and another under the bed. Three nightmarish days passed for my friend before an animal rescue group arrived and relieved her of her duties, by which time her arms were shredded and she was exhausted and traumatised.
Lulu is one of the litter of four found by Jonna of Pawsome Cats on the side of the road, aged just one week old. When they were aged two weeks, they all came to live with me as my first bottle babies, and as fosters.
Never having had a tortoiseshell kitty before, Lulu is a fascinating riot of colours. Mostly golden, there are also various shades of cream and brown in her fur, accentuated with black and topped off with a grey-tipped tail! As the runt of the litter, Lulu was a tiny little precious baby, the last one whose ears unfolded, and the last one whose eyes opened. And of course when they opened – both ears and eyes – they were destined to be huge! Continue reading →
Beautiful Miss Maxi had been a bit of a challenge from the beginning. She arrived poorly socialised to both humans and cats, and only really warmed to Pip, who had arrived two days before her. With each successive kitten’s arrival, she was hostile towards them – swatting and hissing at them if they came close. When they got bigger, she would play in a distant sort of way, always on the outskirts, never in the thick of things.