Feline Friday

I suppose Jass has been a resident here for two months. She has trained Phyllis and Kosov very well as her servants. Not so much the grumpy uncle, yours truly.

She visited the big wide world once, and was overloaded with information, scents and instincts, and so ended up in Kosov's arms. He is number 1 in her life, Phyllis number 2, and I am third. 

She likes going out on the balcony and her breathing becomes very rapid. She ignores my treaties to come back inside, and I've nudged her inside so many times, I only need to put a guiding hand near her now. The same goes for the landing. At times she will scratch at the door to out onto the landing. She has a bit of a sniff around, there are dogs and a cat next door, but mostly she sits and listens. She knows people appear from the lift, and is always hopeful when she hears it, that it will be Phyllis or Kosov. She is very adept at opening doors, and though she doesn't have a chance of opening a door with a door handle, she does know that the handles are related to door opening, and tries to reach for them.

She is certainly not a lap cat, but she does sleep on top of  Phyllis or Kosov at times. I keep my bedroom door closed when I am sleeping. She has stopped using my wardrobe and under my bed or doona as a safe space, but she does still at times hide away under a lounge room chair. 

Her litter tray has been moved from their wardrobe to the toilet, large enough for a wheelchair. She's perfectly toilet trained, although something got stuck a day or so ago, which she removed by scooting across the carpet. 

She has no interest in human food, and oddly doesn't like wet food, although we mix it in with her dry and she has to eat it. She likes her dental treats and tubes of paste. Given she has her own water fountain, she is no longer interested in water from the kitchen tap. The filter in the fountain needs to replaced regularly. After a couple of weeks, it had become slimy and I removed it. On one visit to a pet shop, I bought a new filter, but it was the wrong one. The lads cut it to make it fit, but it still didn't. $10 wasted. We tried again at the same pet shop, and Phyllis was convinced we now had the right one, at $17. I told Phyllis to open the box carefully, and he did. Just as well, as it was too big. I returned it, and bought the flea/worm treatment. On the receipt, the credit was for a 'water softening filter'. For fucks goodness sake, Melbourne has the softest water in the world. Filter not needed. 

She is certainly a cat with a lot of character and is very smart. Today we gave her the multi treatment at the back of her head for worms, fleas, heartworm. The week after next she is booked in for an FV vaccination.

She is very active in the morning after breakfast with a lot of chat, which becomes quite annoying. I sometimes amuse her with toys or red dot pointer. About 11am, it is time for her to curl up in an armchair and sleep into the afternoon. Her ears become tuned at about 4pm when Phyllis or Kosov might arrive home. There is more I could write, but I have bored myself, let alone you. 

I hoped to include a photo but as I write this, Phyllis is flaked out after a rough couple of working days, and a job interview. Hopefully he will send me a Jass photo when he wakes.