Not all cats are “feed and leave” and I thought I’d introduce my two special kitties who offer an unusual but rewarding sit.
Figgy has cerebellar Hypoplasia: she was born to a backyard breeder with no care for the health of the mother cat. She is strong and determined and does not let her constant toppling over due to poor coordination stop her from enjoying life and loving cuddles. She particularly loves roaming the garden in the sunshine. She needs more supervision than usual to keep her safe from falling into the pond or out the gates. Like a toddler, she needs reminding to use the litter tray on a regular basis. She has taught me that disability is not a life sentence and to enjoy simple moments in the garden and how little steps can be big wins.
Zeke is my little adhd boy who doesn’t let his minor leg deformity define him. I’m keen on keeping my garden wild, so this little tiger has been harness trained and enjoys climbing trees, paddling in water and stalking the long grass with a minder at the other end of the extendable lead. Zeke has taught me how funny naughty and athletic cats are and to “put my damn phone down, woman” and play with him!
What different cats do you own or sit for? Love to hear about them.
Your home looks lovely. This looks like a fantastic sit.
Awwww…I live near a rescue dedicated to these “wobbly cats” (snapcats.org) ! If I didn’t have so many limitations in my home I’d happily adopt one and if I were able , I’d happily care for your adorables ! I hope that you find a wonderful sitter who loves your two as much as you do.
Awww… your special kitties sound lovely. Your location sounds right up our street and your home looks very nice.
We did a housesit where one of the cats was 18 years old, blind, deaf, and may have had some dementia. She was very loud when she wanted to know where we were! We had to lift her up onto a windowsill when she wanted wet food (out of reach of the dogs). When we lifted her down again she wasn’t sure which way she was facing, so she would walk in gradually increasing circles until her whiskers came in contact with something, then follow it round until she knew where she was. She used a litter tray but wouldn’t always aim well, not being able to see. We nearly had heart failure when we saw that she had gone out of the cat flap into the garden one day, but she didn’t go far and managed to find her way back in.
Oh my gosh that was a big responsibility, well done! Our last cat was sat for at the grand old age of 21 but still had all her senses, thankfully.