OK, pretty enough for you? Good. Now give me a treat.
Here, Pete gives Pepper a bite in her neck. I’m pretty sure he’s just playing, but he’s strong and fast and agile and hasn’t learned to play nicely. Pepper is a big lumbering hulk who really just wants to be loved. So, she’s getting the worst of it.
He’s bolder and more aggressive now, and she’s less and less tolerant of him. Friday night, he attacked her and she got howling mad at him. Someone peed on the floor. Then she chased him under the coffee table and trapped him there, growling at him, for 30 minutes. He spent the night locked in the bathroom.
He learned how to get the lid off the big metal bucket in which we store the dry cat food. We came home and the lid was on the floor and he was fat and bloated and happy. That was the only time we’ve ever seen him fail to eat all the food he could find. He’s almost managed to get it off a couple of times since. Now we keep it kept behind closed doors.
Here’s Pepper the day we got her.
We took Pete to the vet Tuesday, and they ran a bunch of tests on him. But the tests revealed nothing – no infections, no parasites, no interesting levels of anything in any of his fluids or excretions.
The vet did feed him some special prescription-only (!) cat food while they had him, and he tolerated that pretty well. So she gave us some to take home and it seems to have helped quite a lot. He’s still not totally right, but the food does seem to stick with him better. So we’re giving him the special food, and antibiotics, and probiotics, and Pedialyte (for hydration), and canned pumpkin (for fiber). He’s no longer dehydrated and might even be putting on weight. He is always absolutely ravenous and we feed him every few hours. Still, even though food doesn’t rush out of him, it comes out … softer than ideal.
So I’m thinking … food allergy that hasn’t quite settled down? IBS, IBD?
Baby [cat] steps, I guess.
He still officially lives in the bathroom. But he’s sneaked past us a couple of times and has seen most of the house and has bumped noses with Pepper. Pepper seems cool about the whole thing. Thankfully. She isn’t hissing and spitting like Tricksey was when Pepper showed up.
T wanted Pepper dead, the second she first saw her through this crack in the door.
Has everyone seen the fluffy snow-covered Siberian Farm Cats ?
Pepper wants you all to know that she a Siberian, too. And so was Trickey. They like to look at snow, but don’t get much chance to go play in it.
Pepper is built like the cats above: big fluffy body, giant mane, little stumpy legs. T was a runt so she stayed small (but fluffy).
Let me run in the snow like a true Siberian!
Now that she’s our only cat, we’re getting to know Pepper a lot better. She’s very sweet and loves to be petted. But she’s also kind of weird. She generally hates being picked up but sometimes she doesn’t. She can’t jump anymore (bad knees, we think – though she is kinda chubby) so we’ve arranged things to give her steps to climb . She acts like she wants to play, but I think she really just wants to lie down while I pay attention to her. Sometimes she’ll get into it enough to lift a single paw. But she doesn’t jump or pounce or chase, and she definitely doesn’t grab and attack toys like T would do. She likes catnip, but just to eat. She doesn’t roll around in it or stick her face in the bag and huff it, like T loved to.
She eats a lot less now that T’s gone. She doesn’t stink up the litter box so much, either. No idea what that could be about.
She sleeps on the bed with us, but as soon as the lights go out, she jumps off the bed to go have a snack and hit the litter box. Then she meows until we make some noise to assure her we’re still there. When she’s sure we’re still around, she jumps up and walks up to the head of the bed, to be petted some more. She used to sleep in the cat beds we have in the room. But I haven’t seen her in one since she became an only cat.
Four times now, she’s led me to the coat closet and demanded that I open it so that she can go in and smell Tricksey’s cat carrier – just like T did a couple of times towards the end. She looks at it, walks up to it, gives it a slow sniff, pauses, then walks away. She also looks around the bedroom when we first get into bed night before the lights go out, and I think she’s looking for T. But who knows. Cats are mysterious critters.