My sister was caring for five strays from two different litters at a former milk barn near her hobby farm. She nursed a runt back to life and sent cat videos to me and my adult daughter. We cat-proofed the live-in basement (you know, pack away delicate objects, poisonous-to-cat plants)
I drove the 1-1/2 hours with my daughter (who uses wrist bands for motion sickness) along the winding river road and over the bluffs to the next valley. We chose the runt Miss Fluffypants and the distractable Mr. Tuxedo.
On the drive home, Mr. Tuxedo tried to escape his crate. My daughter threw a blanket over it to calm him. Miss Fluffypants, though quite vocal, did fine until we got on the winding river road. She threw up and she pooped. We opened our windows (mind you it's cold in Minnesota) and my daughter was nauseous. I pulled into the next scenic overlook alongside the highway. Fortunately, I had wet wipes and a clean towel. Miss Fluffypants insisted on getting out so I could thoroughly clean her crate. Fortunately, my daughter and I had worn old winter coats.
|Rex (nee Mr. Tuxedo)|
Mr. Tuxedo is now Rex, who dawdles over his food, is restless and easily distracted. He loves playing soccer with the bouncy ball, jumping high to chase it. Miss Fluffypants became Leonie. Until we noticed her huge paws. Her genitals looked like Rex's too. At the vets, we named her Leo. Leo gulps his wet food then rushes for Rex's dish, so I now stand guard. Leo also rumbles up the steps when we open the door because that's where the delicious wet food comes from. Otherwise, anything Rex does, Leo has to do.
|Rex and Leo!|
Rex is 7 months and Leo 5 months. Once they're done with meds, the Christmas decor put away, and the upstairs poisonous-to-cats plants hidden, they'll be allowed the adventures of the rest of the house!