My neighbors are, once again, off to the "Holy Land" (anywhere there is gambling - this time Biloxi). They have five Siamese cats. They usually hire a friend to come and take care of them but he is not available this week - so, I am in charge of the cats.
They vary slightly in size but otherwise look alike so its hard to do a head count. I know there are at least still four in the house and I'm sure number five is just hiding somewhere.
This is a very big deal to these people. I have a schedule of who gets fed what, where it goes and when. One cat gets a special food on top of the refrigerator once a day. They are suppose to be fed twice a day but evening isn't critical and I skipped it today since they hadn't eaten everything from last night - thought I would make them appreciate my efforts a little. Also, I discovered that someone has been throwing up around the house - probably over fed. You can get to much of a good thing you know. No one would come out and fess up. I hope it's not number five and he is dead somewhere.
I also have a flyer with phone numbers in case I need help. They even called me from Biloxi to tell me their room number in case I needed it.
I am a big cat lover and will be getting a new kitten soon. I just hope I can be as good a parent as these people are.
I really like taking care of Sonja's cats. I go over every now and then and throw some dry food in the bowl (just in case they haven't been able to knock the bag over and get it for themselves) and flush the toilet so they will have fresh water - yell goodbye and leave.
My neighbors will be back Friday and the cats will be happy again.
1 comment:
Now their is the maternal instinct hard at work. Glad to see you blogging again.
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