Update on "da goils"
Got Squeaky and Shadow from the downtown Chicago Anti-Cruelty Society on Dec. 10. Here's some of what's been happening.
-- Both girls had upper respiratory infections. Daily lysine doses cleared that up.
-- We went around on food. Settled on Royal Canin Adult Instinctive. Highest protein, lowest carbs of all I surveyed -- but not cheap!
-- The girls were overweight. They've been on a diet, and are losing weight at a good pace.
-- Had four weekly incidents of poop outside the box. It was a clear indication that somebody wasn't happy. Changed the litter to unscented A&H Super Scoop, and got an additional long deep litter box (an under-bed storage box). To counteract Squeaky's apparent constipation, she gets Miralax. To see if she's using the box, she gets... crayon shavings! It's been three weeks without an incident. But I can't see the shavings in the feces.
-- There's at least one fight a day. Can't tell if they're playing or not. Have two Feliway dispensers going, and Squeaky gets a calming treat every day. The vet wants me to try to videotape what happens before the fight starts. Yeah, right. Either my phone (with camera) isn't handy, or I'm not quick enough.
-- Shadow gets me up (much earlier than I would like) by climbing on the bed, head-butting me, purring in my ear, and poking my chin with her paw.
-- We do have fun. Shadow helps me get dressed every morning, by sitting on my clothes. She also flops on the floor so I can rub her tummy. They both pass the time in a sunny, large living room window.
Here's a recent happening, which went to the vet in an email.
Subject was: Squeaky is a smart one
She is sitting on a table next to a tumbler turned on its side. It recently contained chocolate milk. She's engaged in sliding her paw into the foam remaining on the side of the tumbler, then licking the foam off her paw. She's been at it enthusiastically for about ten minutes. I expect she'll stop only when there's nothing left to reach.
When I saw how she licked the foam off the upright tumbler, I couldn't resist turning on its side. She did the rest.
Other than that, nothing's new at Domus Felis. Nothing outside the box. No visible crayon shavings. An occasional fight, which I never catch in time.