We have a little pond for wildlife in the garden and the cats adore it.
A vet once told me that mostly cats get enough hydration from their wet food. So I wouldn't worry too much.Thanks everyone, she does eat all her wet food so assuming she's hydrated enough from that. Might try a fountain but the amount of money I've wasted on things is insane, I bought her hydration pouches with salmon but she refused them
Im a worrier when it comes to herA vet once told me that mostly cats get enough hydration from their wet food. So I wouldn't worry too much.
If you get a fountain, check for deals on Amazon cos that's what I did.
Aww those gorgeous stripy legs
It's like when you're a child faking being ill to skive off school and your mum pretends to phone the doctor for an appointmentYesterday morning.
Got up, no sign of Jimmy as he is usually treating the bed and its contents (me) like a trampoline in his eagerness to get his breakfast.
Went downstairs and he is in his chair looking rather miserable.
I gave him breakfast which he did eat some of but abandoned his usual routine of following me about the house and wanting attention.
He spent the morning lying on the bedroom floor and hadn't done a wee or a poo since the previous evening.
Come lunchtime and no change so I made an appointment with the vet for 4 pm.
Five minutes, five bleeping minutes after I made that appointment, Jimmy comes skipping downstairs, polishes off his breakfast with gusto and does a wee. I barely had the wee scooped up when he went back in and did a poo.
I rang the vets to cancel the appointment and watched Jimmy chase a ball around the livingroom floor while I did so.
I tried explaining "The Cat Who Cried Wolf" to him but to no avail.
Susan looks a proper thug who is just about to rob you of your porridge there bless herShe loves sitting next to me while I eat my porridge.
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My daughter when she was about 6 faked being ill at school and got me called out of work to go and collect her as she knew there was a new duvet set being delivered for her and she wanted to lie on the sofa with it.It's like when you're a child faking being ill to skive off school and your mum pretends to phone the doctor for an appointmentsuddenly you're fine
This entire story has ultimate cat energy about it. I bet my cat is furiously reading Tattle and taking notes.Yesterday morning.
Got up, no sign of Jimmy as he is usually treating the bed and its contents (me) like a trampoline in his eagerness to get his breakfast.
Went downstairs and he is in his chair looking rather miserable.
I gave him breakfast which he did eat some of but abandoned his usual routine of following me about the house and wanting attention.
He spent the morning lying on the bedroom floor and hadn't done a wee or a poo since the previous evening.
Come lunchtime and no change so I made an appointment with the vet for 4 pm.
Five minutes, five bleeping minutes after I made that appointment, Jimmy comes skipping downstairs, polishes off his breakfast with gusto and does a wee. I barely had the wee scooped up when he went back in and did a poo.
I rang the vets to cancel the appointment and watched Jimmy chase a ball around the livingroom floor while I did so.
I tried explaining "The Cat Who Cried Wolf" to him but to no avail.
This reminds me of a rescue dog we adopted 40 years ago, we had no experience of dog ownership and not yet having kids she was our baby and was ultra cossetted. One Saturday, playing fetch with me in the garden, she twisted her back her screams were awful so off to the out of hours vet we went. She was given a analgesic/steroid injection and was sent home where she was treated like precious China. She was still limping and whining and not right for days so back to the vet we went where he gently told us she was having us on and there was nothing wrong. Oh the shame as we shuffled out back to the car whilst madam trotted beside us, limp free and smug!This entire story has ultimate cat energy about it. I bet my cat is furiously reading Tattle and taking notes.
I’m sure I’ve told the story in here about us spending £800 on investigations at the vets for her to be diagnosed with ‘needing to eat more biscuits’. I wish I was kidding. We were so mortified we couldn’t bring ourselves to claim on the pet insurance. We chalked it up as Idiot Human Tax and cried into our empty savings account a bit! To be fair, a year or so later she now has a proper IBD diagnosis so maybe we’re just super duper in tune with her and her needs, but I suspect she was just mucking us about for fun.
About a week after this ‘diagnosis’ last year she developed a limp entirely at random that forced about £100 in a combination of vet bills and taxis to the vet as I had to take the car to work so MrDragName had to take her to the vet in a taxi.
We have also been child free to this point, but there is a baby due this month and we are fully expecting the behaviour to worsen significantlyThis reminds me of a rescue dog we adopted 40 years ago, we had no experience of dog ownership and not yet having kids she was our baby and was ultra cossetted. One Saturday, playing fetch with me in the garden, she twisted her back her screams were awful so off to the out of hours vet we went. She was given a analgesic/steroid injection and was sent home where she was treated like precious China. She was still limping and whining and not right for days so back to the vet we went where he gently told us she was having us on and there was nothing wrong. Oh the shame as we shuffled out back to the car whilst madam trotted beside us, limp free and smug!
Been through this when our daughter was born we had 2 cats who were 7 we'd had them from kittens and they were horrified by the arrival of a noisy infant. Once she started crawling we had to put the play pen up for the cats to take refuge in from a prodding poking, squeaky kid.We have also been child free to this point, but there is a baby due this month and we are fully expecting the behaviour to worsen significantlyso far, zero interest has been shown in any of the baby items (Moses basket, crib, pram, bouncer, etc). I think my best hope is that she gives the baby a wide berth. MrDragName is her favourite human anyway, it would be expected that I, the spare human, would pull some stupid stunt like bringing a baby into the house
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Mine is 16Been through this when our daughter was born we had 2 cats who were 7 we'd had them from kittens and they were horrified by the arrival of a noisy infant. Once she started crawling we had to put the play pen up for the cats to take refuge in from a prodding poking, squeaky kid.![]()