Sendhelp Posted March 2017
Caregiver's cats behaving badly.
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Does your Cat (or any pet) misbehave since caregiving your loved one?
Have you been required to take care of your loved one's pet after they have passed? Does your pet have cute antics that entertain your loved one?
And finally, has the cat or dog transferred their loyalty to your Mother?
It was pretty funny whenever I was on the telephone, the person at the other end of the line could hear the doorbell and wanted me to go answer the door... I would say "it's just the cat wanting in". If it was Dad on the phone he would always start laughing :)
When my mother had her first clear stroke - she suddenly appeared in her underclothes in our sitting room, talking gibberish - I got her to sit down on the sofa so that I could hurtle upstairs, get my shoes on, fetch her coat and grab my car keys. When I went back to help her up and take her to the car, my Staffy Zach was sitting right by her on the sofa and watching her every move. Maybe he even understood what she was trying to say.
Hang on. That's off topic - dogs not behaving badly!
I did also have a spectacularly greedy cocker spaniel who was forever stealing anything that even resembled food. I came into the kitchen to find a little trail of individually wrapped dishwasher detergent capsules on the floor. The first had been properly chewed, the second slightly chewed, the third, fourth, fifth just nibbled a bit and spat out again. Evidently it had at last dawned on him that these candies were really horrible...
My mother was appalled by it. The very idea that cats are not happy and grateful in their loving homes! For a woman with a keen interest in the natural world, my mother was pretty romantic about her cats' attitudes to The Staff.
First, CM, hilarious post! Did that come from your brilliant mind? Wow!
All your posts! Great! Just came back from my two cats annual vet visit. Well, it's official, my Daniel is 21 lbs.. She says he is one of the fattest cats she has seen. It's a cats only vet so that is saying a lot. Before anyone thinks it, I'm not a bad owner. Daniel is just a greedy cat. But.......having said that, he is officially on a diet, starting now. She said we can teach him to go on the treadmill. Wish me luck! :P
Then there is Henrick. He is a lean, mean machine. Totally healthy. He was very smug when we left the vet.
I have all sorts of funny stories about them but I will leave them for another day. :)
Then a kid brought us a little dog and our neighbor insisted on giving us a kitten and now it's had 5 kittens so the house is full of little lives again and it's wonderful.
At bedtime though,it is just the old cat and I.Its our special time each day.I just don't know why he has to sleep on top my head.
My parents were moving to the USA taking their kids and a couple of rabbits. They had a special cage made for me ( this was before you could buy nice plastic crates) We all turned up at the airport ( long before security was an issue so we did not get searched)
The rabbits and I were handed over to airport personell who clearly knew nothing about care of animals. THEY forgot to put us on the plane and worse than that did not let me out of my prison cell for two whole days. The rabbits did not care they just peed in their boxes. There was panic when the family arrived in chi cargo the family went into panic mood. Where were their furry children? Does anyone know? Two days later all three were safely delivered to the family. The minute the dog got out of his cage he raised his leg and peed so much he had to change legs. Not the smartest dog on the planet but he was very well house trained.
Dog: WAT DOING
Me: Nothing. I just stood up.
Dog: WHERE GO
Me: I'm literally just walking 3 feet away. I'm not even leaving the room.
Dog: CAN I COME
Me: I mean...sure, but I'm literally just...
Dog: I COME TOO
Dog: WAT DOING
Me: I need to open this door.
Dog: I HALP
Me: But you're in front of the door! Move please.
Dog: I HALP
Me: (sigh...)
(I can't take credit for this, found it online)
We have had a large number of pets but now down to one much loved kitty who is getting elderly now. I would love another dog but am most fond of larger breeds like Labs and can't exercise them anymore. Most were gifts or stays but we purchased our first dog a German Shepard puppy, she was our first "baby" We have had horses, dogs, cats, a mouse, gerbils and rabbits. Oh and I almost forgot Chicken who just turned up one day. As Winter approached we wondered about shelter for her but she made her own arrangements. We found her one evening nestled in one of the horse's hay. One of the cat's liked to lie on one of the horses backs when it was cold. We think he came from a nearby farm and was used to sitting on a cow's back at night. One of the gifted dogs was a huge groundhog hunter. She carried them home and took great pleasure in lying on the lawn and chomping away. Disgusting but useful! all were great characters and fondly remembered.
8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm - Dinner! My favorite thing!
6:00 pm - Oo. Bath. Bummer.
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!
The Cat’s Diary
Day 983 of My Captivity. My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.
The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates my capabilities. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a “good little hunter” I am. Bastards!
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of “allergies.” I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.
Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow, but at the top of the stairs.
I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released, and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded. The bird must be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now ...
She has brought such joy to our home, but does not like my FIL's Rollator, and she barks at him when he's moving about the house. She lays in wait for him to come out of his bathroom, right before he goes to bed, and attacks his feet! Not maliciously, just in fun, but it is annoying!
She's more like a cat, in that we have to coax her to eat, and we make her a special diet of chicken, potatoes or rice and vegetables too! So spoiled she is! I don't know what I would do with out her! She's the Love of my Life!
My parents enjoyed seeing the cats whenever my parents came over for supper. But once my parents started to use canes, the noise tended to freak out the cats, so when my parents were quietly sitting on the sofa, the cats would slowly come out.
Elderly pets have their age decline. One cat has had dementia for a few years now.... another cat has glaucoma so I have to wrestle with him to get eye drops in, usually he wins... [sigh].... and the third cat had a stroke.
The cat who had a stroke, who use to fall over any time she tried to stand up, and who we had to carry her about and hold her up for her to use the little box.... how she was determined at 18 to fix matters on her own... in a few short months she was back on her feet, not very graceful, but she gets around, and uses her litter box on her own. Her eyesight isn't good close up but she can notice things at a distance. Her mind is just as sharp as ever, she lets me know when she needs my help.
Mom went to the hospital and then rehab for about 5 weeks. Discovered Sebastian Cat would look for her in her bedroom while she was away. When she returned, he hovered until bedtime and slept part of the night with her. Now, I often find him sitting in her apartment with her. I tease Mom that she has stolen my cat.
A dog will almost wolf down it's food,
but a cat is notoriously a picky eater.
imo.
If you don't have a pet, you can complain about how your neighbor's cat sprays your car tires every season.
When we had our dog, it helped dH keep a schedule, practice giving outside of himself, and express love. It was like a therapy dog. It brought so much energy to our home! It was, however, a whole lot more work for me, especially when the dog declined and needed caregiving.