Dog Tries Cat Sitting and Things Go Terribly Wrong
I was recently asked to cat-sit my cousins felines for a few days. You see, Cali and Oakley aren’t travelers, not like Bolt and Keel. No, they were born as feral cats and have come to enjoy the comforts of home. And anyway, the museums, restaurants and shows of NYC that my cousin was going to frequent aren’t’ exactly pet friendly. It was better this way.
I agreed on one condition, that the bipeds would assist me… since you know … opposable thumbs and all that. With everyone on board I felt confident I had this. Why not? They may be bigger than me but I had two humans to back me up! At first all was fine.
(Caution: Mature content ahead. If you are easily offended, thank you but stop reading now)
Then … they started to stray. It was as if they were testing the waters.
Although I thought their use of chopsticks ingenious; I wished they had told me they were leaving the apartment. They aren’t supposed to… not that you would know they were even there in the first place given how elusive they were being…not to mention camera shy! Total Polkaroo’s!
And it was almost like they were emboldened by breaking that first rule. Things seemed to escalate out of control…. Quickly.
I voiced my concern but the bipeds brushed it off as “cats will be cats”. I tried to worn them that I had a really bad feeling in my tummy… but they didn’t listen.
Yeah … not good. So I grounded them. I mean really what else was I suppose to do? They had driven me to it. I told them they were under “house arrest” and couldn’t leave the building. They smirked … I found out why later.
After my initial panic I trusted what my nose told me. It was just water, mussel powder (a treat I enjoy that they must have stolen during the burglary) and cat-nip. Thank heavens nothing actually illegal. I may have growled and barked my discontent and well… I believe they tried to get back at me for that.
I will admit, I lost my cool after I saw the ransom note. I can’t believe the cats tried to frame me! Luckily, my Good Boy reputation held up and no one was buying it. Not the bipeds or my cousin… We had been keeping her abreast of things – twice a day – via photo evidence updates.
I had only one more night to get through. I wish I could say I was surprised when…
I will admit, on the last visit before my cousin got home I was prepared for the worst. I walked in ready for it … but it seemed they were going to play innocent. But, just to be sure there were no hidden surprises though, I inspected the entire place – like a good sniffer dog – the apartment was “clean”. Phew!! With that I left glad it was over.
Would I do it again? I don’t know. Maybe I would. I’m more prepared for what is really involved with cat-sitting these two now. Never a dull moment that’s for sure. But yeah … would you? And is this what all cats are like or just these?