Would this suit Madam?

A funny blog post about a cat and a water fountain, from Midlife Dramas in PyjamasTook cantankerous cat to the vet for her monthly pedicure. She doesn’t go outside to climb trees anymore, which would keep her claws trimmed. She only goes outside to sunbathe. Bit like an aged aunt – but instead of sitting under a parasol covered with a blanket, she sits under a bush covered with bark chippings.

While there, thought I’d ask if he had any idea why she’s started sticking her paw into the water bowl and pulling it around the room. Once she’s crashed it into her food bowl, created a tidal wave across the floor and paddled around in it a bit, she eventually has a drink.

According to the vet it’s because static water smells funny and moving water doesn’t. Right. The smell of ‘static’ water hasn’t bothered her for the last 19 years. Now she’s 20, suddenly it does.

His explanation? She’s an old lady.

My explanation? She’s a cantankerous cat.

His solution? Buy a luxury cat water fountain to provide her with a constant stream of moving water.

My solution? Buy an industrial sized pack of ultra absorbent kitchen roll…

Race from the vet!

A funny blog post about a trip to the vet, from Midlife Dramas in PyjamasWe have a cat we all adore. She’s cantankerous; she shouts at us a lot.

Took her to vet for annual vaccine. Never fails to amaze when she clings to the inside of the cat box and refuses to come out, even when I tip it up and down vertically.

Had vaccine no problem, then practically dived back into cat box and closed the door behind her. I paid and the countdown began. I now had a race to get home before she urinated, defecated or projectile vomited through the wire door of her box. I had all the car windows open to keep her cool, and talked to her soothingly (and somewhat frantically) all the way home.

High on elation I pulled onto the drive; she seemed to have kept all bodily fluids inside her – and then I heard it. The unmistakable sound of cat wretching, the equally unmistakable sound of cat urine hitting the newspaper and then I smelt it.

Oh yes – a full house. Thanks.