Cat Playpen and Kitty-Kitter Update

I’m a failure because I’m such a mush. I don’t want to force Cindy into the cat playpen, so she hasn’t set foot in it today as far as I know. I tried to sort of tilt her carrier to make her run into the playpen, but with a foot or so of space between them, so she of course ran to the side of the playpen, then I felt bad for scaring her. I opened up both doors so that the cats can run through, if they want. Maybe that will make them feel more comfortable with it in the end.

Kitty-Kitter had my wonderful vet, Tori Weston, come to visit today. It was just to draw blood for her Felv/FIV test and give her a dewormer and exam. She appears to be around 8 years old. She is spayed, but is not microchipped. The vet and her tech both loved Kitty-Kitter. We get results in a few days because Dr. Weston sends the test out to IDEXX.

Wave has really been ramping up his meeping thing. What I mean by his meeping thing is that when he knows there is another cat in the house and he can’t get to her he goes meeep meeeeeeeep mmeeeeeeeeeeeep mmmeeeeeow!!!! near the location of the other cat. Sleep was at a minimum last night.

The Cat Playpen

I got my cat playpen today. Or dog playpen–pet playpen. This is one item in a string of items I’ve ordered to male multi-cat life more bearable here. The favored solution, owning my own house, is going to take a little more money and work.

I plan to use this for Cindy, but I don’t want to force her into it. She’s the most shy, so she didn’t go into it first–the most friendly did, in order of friendliness. Friendly is almost completely sinonymous with fearless.

Then I was disappointed that Cindy wasn’t in it already. Thus, I was the victim of a logical fallacy. I wanted her in one place at one time but wanted the cat to agree with me!

I put a carrier with the door open right in the middle of the playpen. Carriers are Cindy’s refuges and if she got an attack on the side wall of the playpen, she could retreat into the carrier. Well, Pearl went in and checked it out, then Noodle went in, and thinking it was the center of the universe and of course meant for her, settled down on the towel I had inside of the carrier and stayed there for quite some time.

Sorry for the clutter. Here’s Noodle in the carrier, barely visible:

Next, Iris, who can be pretty shy, entered the Center of The Universe and relaxed in there.

Wave, true to type, has not yet ventured into the playpen or the carrier.

Cindy just recently stepped in–I put a bowl with food in there. I still was reluctant to close the zipper on the door and scare her, so she came back out. So curious if she will want to go in overnight!

Kitty-Kitter update: she likes to play and wants to come out of the bathroom. She gets a vet visit tomorrow.

Cindy Update and Kitty-Kitter Update

Cindy has left the bedroom. I’ve never seen a cat hate one room so much! Saturday night I had my boyfriend, Clay, over, and some other people. At the end of the night, we retired to the bedroom after consuming a bunch of wine. Clay was a (fairly) new person for Cindy, so she stayed under the lowest dish of the cat tower while we talked and watched videos. As soon as he fell asleep, she was at the door meowing.

What do you want, Cindy? Do you want to go out there because you forgot that Wave is your nemesis and he’s out there? Or because you used to like to hang out in and on your carrier under the table at the side of the kitchen and watch me wash dishes?

If I played with her, she was okay. But then she’d start up again. I let her out Sunday, then repeated the process today when I went to work. She wanted to come right back out this evening. She went to the tallest cat tower, next to one of my skinny windows in the living room. She situated herself on the second tray. That seemed like a very good sign but then she went into the living room carrier aka hiding spot.

Here’s what happens with Cindy: playing, then afraid. The other cat is Iris.

Cindy’s small play session

Kitty-Kitter is here! She is in the bathroom. She did not like coming over from my neighbor’s porch to my house, but after an original meow festival in the bathroom with me she went right on my lap and it became a lovefest. The housecall vet is coming to check her out and give her the SNAP test (Felv/FIV/heartworm) on Thursday.

My neighbor met me halfway after I realized I still needed to get her bed from under my neighbor’s front porch. I specifically gave her that bed so she could get her smell in it and then it could come with her and she would have something familiar. Now she is in the bed most of the time. She is calm and quiet unless I do something near the bathroom door. Then she meows for affection time. I love her but I also have a potential home for her.

Here is a video and photo of her hanging out in the bathroom. The pink sweatshirt on the floor is what I put on my lap when I sit down and pet her on my lap.

Kitty-Kitter in her new bathroom digs


Cindy Moved to the Bedroom

I’m moving Cindy to the bedroom/bathroom area to see if I can keep her away from Wave and also get her scent in a new location. After it is fully scented, then they can trade places to get used to each other more.

I saw the whole process tonight–how an attack happens. Cindy was innocently drinking water. She did not hear Wave come up behind her. He did, and he was so cautious I wanted to let him continue until something changed. He sniffed her side near her butt. She still didn’t realize he was doing anything. He sniffed her butt. That was it! She turned around and saw where the gentle poke was coming from, and in utter fear, tried to bolt.

Of course, he was right there, so the attack and the squalling happened. It was like he was saying, “you’re staying with me–like it or not!”

This used to happen less frequently. The everyday scenarios beg that I move her. And I have.

Kitty-Kitter update: I thought I might get her tonight but my neighbor and I are now planning for next week.

Cindy and Wave: October 11, 2018

Things aren’t getting any better. I was cleaning and having a grand old time in the kitchen. The cats get more used to people noise because I listen to World Cafe on the radio from 9-10 and I clean. I intermittently play and say hi to them. But the activity can often stir up Wave, one of the two who I call “cowardly bullies.”

At some point I noticed Cindy was not in her kitchen carrier where she hangs out. The carriers are her safe spots and I leave the doors open. As soon as I noticed that, I heard the sound of rampaging and a slamming sound–either Wave slamming into her small carrier in the living room or her hitting the fireplace with the board in the front, which is what’s behind that carrier. I got into the living room just in time to see Wave with about an inch-piece of fur hanging from his mouth.

I gave him a time out in the bedroom but he’s more curious than ever about Cindy’s two carriers, like he almost thinks he can go in them too. So far he hasn’t done this. If he did, it would be a disaster.

Positives: I petted Cindy in the morning and at night, and today was the first day she saw a finger approach her cheek and let it stroke her cheek. The Cat Coordinator from Broken Tail knows and Cindy will be moving back to Massachusetts when a spot opens up.

Kitty-Kitter update: I am bringing Kitty-Kitter to the apartment tomorrow!

Kitty-Kitter Video

Shortly after I posted about Kitty-Kitter, I took my phone with me to the porch I feed her on and got a video and some pictures. I love the video.

Tonight, I sat in the chair on the porch (with permission) and Kitty-Kitter made it clear she wanted to get in my lap. I picked her up and put her on my lap and we had a lovefest. She jumped off briefly, then wanted to get back up. I slapped my legs like I do with my kitties and said, “come on up!” and she jumped up. I can’t believe that this sweet cat has been outside for over a year.



I have been feeding a cat that lives under someone’s porch, two blocks down from me. She is a super fluffy long haired black cat. She has a streak of brown on one thigh. She’s shy if I stand up, but now that I’ve been bringing food, she headbutts me and lets me pet her cheeks and back.

I saw her very often when I was taking my evening walks to the park. That’s one reason walks around the neighborhood are so good–you see things and get to know people and maybe can help out. The woman who is her caretaker now was on her porch one time with the kitty. I smiled and said, “I love your feline companion!” She replied back, “Do you want her?”

This is a complicated question! Kitty-Kitter gets dry food and water from her caretaker, and she sleeps under the porch at night. Her caretaker has three cats and another just recently passed away. One cat has severe allergies. She can’t take in another cat. Last winter Kitty-Kitter slept in the basement of an old house that is demolished now.

I’m going to take her in and at the very least give her a spa month or two.