Spicey's demand

When I opened the door to Spicey's room today, I got an unexpected
response. She hissed, came right up to the door, and tried to come after me
through the crack!

Spicey pulled at the door with her paw, tried to headbutt her way through,
and finally gave a couple of swipes through the opening. I talked to her a
little through the partially open door. Heeeerrre's daddy! Maybe it would
be a good chance to interact up-close without getting attacked.

Finally, she backed off and let me inside. When I topped off her dry food,
she came right out, sniffed what I'd put in, then retreated to a corner. I
guessed that what she wanted was her wet food, which I had about a week's
supply of from Suz's place.

When Spicey saw me take out and open the can, she came right up to me,
looking up at the open can and meowing and meowing. I started to scoop some
into her bowl, but she didn't even wait for the food to get scooped out -
she just started chowing down straight from the can. I managed to get it
all in her bowl though, and she went into it like she was starving.

Now Spicey eats like a horse. What with her big can of wet per day, plus
free feeding on dry (I'm just giving her the diet she's used to for now),
she must eat about as much as Dot and Buster combined. And they're each
about twice her size! I'm going to have to feed her separately when they're
eventually integrated, or else chubby Dot will explode.

As Spicey ate, I sat next to her dish and talked to her. "I love you
Spicey. Yes, I'm your Daddy now. I was a good friend of your Meowmie. At
least, I tried to be."

Then, I suddenly and unexpectedly broke down in tears. I couldn't even
mourn Suz properly before, because of the worries about the kitty she'd
left behind. But now, those worries were melting away. Because I'd gained a
measure of acceptance. Because I'd graduated from monster to waiter.

"Takayuki" wrote in message
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When I opened the door to Spicey's room today, I got an unexpected
response. She hissed, came right up to the door, and tried to come after
me
through the crack!

Spicey pulled at the door with her paw, tried to headbutt her way through,
and finally gave a couple of swipes through the opening. I talked to her a
little through the partially open door. Heeeerrre's daddy! Maybe it would
be a good chance to interact up-close without getting attacked.

Finally, she backed off and let me inside. When I topped off her dry food,
she came right out, sniffed what I'd put in, then retreated to a corner. I
guessed that what she wanted was her wet food, which I had about a week's
supply of from Suz's place.

When Spicey saw me take out and open the can, she came right up to me,
looking up at the open can and meowing and meowing. I started to scoop
some
into her bowl, but she didn't even wait for the food to get scooped out -
she just started chowing down straight from the can. I managed to get it
all in her bowl though, and she went into it like she was starving.

Now Spicey eats like a horse. What with her big can of wet per day, plus
free feeding on dry (I'm just giving her the diet she's used to for now),
she must eat about as much as Dot and Buster combined. And they're each
about twice her size! I'm going to have to feed her separately when
they're
eventually integrated, or else chubby Dot will explode.

As Spicey ate, I sat next to her dish and talked to her. "I love you
Spicey. Yes, I'm your Daddy now. I was a good friend of your Meowmie. At
least, I tried to be."

Then, I suddenly and unexpectedly broke down in tears. I couldn't even
mourn Suz properly before, because of the worries about the kitty she'd
left behind. But now, those worries were melting away. Because I'd gained
a
measure of acceptance. Because I'd graduated from monster to waiter.

I'd say it was even more than that. She trusted you enough to eat from the
can while you were holding it, and to go on eating while you were sitting
next to her. That sounds like one giant leap to me.

Joy

On Tue, 2 Oct 2012 22:56:31 -0700, "Joy" wrote:

"Takayuki" wrote in message
.. .
When I opened the door to Spicey's room today, I got an unexpected
response. She hissed, came right up to the door, and tried to come after
me
through the crack!

Spicey pulled at the door with her paw, tried to headbutt her way through,
and finally gave a couple of swipes through the opening. I talked to her a
little through the partially open door. Heeeerrre's daddy! Maybe it would
be a good chance to interact up-close without getting attacked.

Finally, she backed off and let me inside. When I topped off her dry food,
she came right out, sniffed what I'd put in, then retreated to a corner. I
guessed that what she wanted was her wet food, which I had about a week's
supply of from Suz's place.

When Spicey saw me take out and open the can, she came right up to me,
looking up at the open can and meowing and meowing. I started to scoop
some
into her bowl, but she didn't even wait for the food to get scooped out -
she just started chowing down straight from the can. I managed to get it
all in her bowl though, and she went into it like she was starving.

Now Spicey eats like a horse. What with her big can of wet per day, plus
free feeding on dry (I'm just giving her the diet she's used to for now),
she must eat about as much as Dot and Buster combined. And they're each
about twice her size! I'm going to have to feed her separately when
they're
eventually integrated, or else chubby Dot will explode.

As Spicey ate, I sat next to her dish and talked to her. "I love you
Spicey. Yes, I'm your Daddy now. I was a good friend of your Meowmie. At
least, I tried to be."

Then, I suddenly and unexpectedly broke down in tears. I couldn't even
mourn Suz properly before, because of the worries about the kitty she'd
left behind. But now, those worries were melting away. Because I'd gained
a
measure of acceptance. Because I'd graduated from monster to waiter.

I'd say it was even more than that. She trusted you enough to eat from the
can while you were holding it, and to go on eating while you were sitting
next to her. That sounds like one giant leap to me.

Joy

Yup, she is coming along.

So she wasn't trying to get out, just wanted to get at you? Once
you're properly trained she'll be more comfortable and will probably
be satisfied with just dishing out a flesh wound here and there. She
does sound like a lively one.

But this is so tough on her as you know. Seems like great progress
being made.

Takayuki wrote:
When I opened the door to Spicey's room today, I got an unexpected
response. She hissed, came right up to the door, and tried to come after me
through the crack!

Spicey pulled at the door with her paw, tried to headbutt her way through,
and finally gave a couple of swipes through the opening. I talked to her a
little through the partially open door. Heeeerrre's daddy! Maybe it would
be a good chance to interact up-close without getting attacked.

Finally, she backed off and let me inside. When I topped off her dry food,
she came right out, sniffed what I'd put in, then retreated to a corner. I
guessed that what she wanted was her wet food, which I had about a week's
supply of from Suz's place.

When Spicey saw me take out and open the can, she came right up to me,
looking up at the open can and meowing and meowing. I started to scoop some
into her bowl, but she didn't even wait for the food to get scooped out -
she just started chowing down straight from the can. I managed to get it
all in her bowl though, and she went into it like she was starving.

Now Spicey eats like a horse. What with her big can of wet per day, plus
free feeding on dry (I'm just giving her the diet she's used to for now),
she must eat about as much as Dot and Buster combined. And they're each
about twice her size! I'm going to have to feed her separately when they're
eventually integrated, or else chubby Dot will explode.

As Spicey ate, I sat next to her dish and talked to her. "I love you
Spicey. Yes, I'm your Daddy now. I was a good friend of your Meowmie. At
least, I tried to be."

Then, I suddenly and unexpectedly broke down in tears. I couldn't even
mourn Suz properly before, because of the worries about the kitty she'd
left behind. But now, those worries were melting away. Because I'd gained a
measure of acceptance. Because I'd graduated from monster to waiter.

As others have already said, it is an excellent sign that she's eating
in front of you. My Sweety is very easily startled and will refuse to
eat if anyone so much as walks down the hallway while she's in the
kitchen. To have Spicey eating practically from your hand after just a
few days is amazing progress.

I've had Kotyo and Sweety purring for you and Spicey and Dot and Buster,
and I'll keep the purrs going for as long as they are needed.

Nadia, Kotyo and Sweety
--
Little Monster pictures: http://picasaweb.google.com/nnakova/Kotyo
Sweety pictures: http://picasaweb.google.com/nnakova/Sweety
Kotyo and Sweety together:
http://picasaweb.google.com/nnakova/KotyoAndSweety

"Takayuki" wrote in message
...
When I opened the door to Spicey's room today, I got an unexpected
response. She hissed, came right up to the door, and tried to come after
me
through the crack!

Spicey pulled at the door with her paw, tried to headbutt her way through,
and finally gave a couple of swipes through the opening. I talked to her a
little through the partially open door. Heeeerrre's daddy! Maybe it would
be a good chance to interact up-close without getting attacked.

Finally, she backed off and let me inside. When I topped off her dry food,
she came right out, sniffed what I'd put in, then retreated to a corner. I
guessed that what she wanted was her wet food, which I had about a week's
supply of from Suz's place.

When Spicey saw me take out and open the can, she came right up to me,
looking up at the open can and meowing and meowing. I started to scoop
some
into her bowl, but she didn't even wait for the food to get scooped out -
she just started chowing down straight from the can. I managed to get it
all in her bowl though, and she went into it like she was starving.

Now Spicey eats like a horse. What with her big can of wet per day, plus
free feeding on dry (I'm just giving her the diet she's used to for now),
she must eat about as much as Dot and Buster combined. And they're each
about twice her size! I'm going to have to feed her separately when
they're
eventually integrated, or else chubby Dot will explode.

As Spicey ate, I sat next to her dish and talked to her. "I love you
Spicey. Yes, I'm your Daddy now. I was a good friend of your Meowmie. At
least, I tried to be."

Then, I suddenly and unexpectedly broke down in tears. I couldn't even
mourn Suz properly before, because of the worries about the kitty she'd
left behind. But now, those worries were melting away. Because I'd gained
a
measure of acceptance. Because I'd graduated from monster to waiter.

You are realising what has happened and what you are taking on. I would cry
too.
I think you can do this, Tak.
Tweed

On Wed, 03 Oct 2012 10:53:58 -0400, dgk wrote:

On Tue, 2 Oct 2012 22:56:31 -0700, "Joy" wrote:

I'd say it was even more than that. She trusted you enough to eat from the
can while you were holding it, and to go on eating while you were sitting
next to her. That sounds like one giant leap to me.

Joy

Yup, she is coming along.

So she wasn't trying to get out, just wanted to get at you? Once
you're properly trained she'll be more comfortable and will probably
be satisfied with just dishing out a flesh wound here and there. She
does sound like a lively one.

But this is so tough on her as you know. Seems like great progress
being made.

She did seem to want out too. That will happen soon enough. She is quite a
bit more accepting of her new hoomin now.

On Wed, 03 Oct 2012 20:56:19 +0100, Judith Latham
wrote:
That certainly did show acceptance. It's a good start. For her to carry on
eating with you sitting there shows she's beginning to see she can trust
you.

When I read the last paragraph I had tears in my eyes too. Bless you for
caring so much for Suz and the Kitty she left behind.

Judith

She's probably also starting to see that she has no choice - I keep coming
and sitting with her, and there's no one else to enslave.

On Thu, 04 Oct 2012 00:13:27 +0200, "Nadia N."
wrote:
As others have already said, it is an excellent sign that she's eating
in front of you. My Sweety is very easily startled and will refuse to
eat if anyone so much as walks down the hallway while she's in the
kitchen. To have Spicey eating practically from your hand after just a
few days is amazing progress.

I've had Kotyo and Sweety purring for you and Spicey and Dot and Buster,
and I'll keep the purrs going for as long as they are needed.

Nadia, Kotyo and Sweety

OMG, I'm not looking forward to introducing Spicey to those two.

On Thu, 4 Oct 2012 01:38:09 +0100, "Christina Websell"
wrote:
You are realising what has happened and what you are taking on. I would cry
too.
I think you can do this, Tak.
Tweed

I'm learning a little bit every day. I see a little bit of Kitty Farm Cat
in her, and something more. Maybe she's just an unusual cat, but I think I
need to have her completely checked over by my vet as soon as she's tame
enough for me to crate. Her stiff gait, voracious appetite, thin limbs...
make me wonder if she has physical issues such as with her thyroid,
kidneys, etc.

Takayuki wrote:

On Thu, 4 Oct 2012 01:38:09 +0100, "Christina Websell"
wrote:
You are realising what has happened and what you are taking on. I would cry
too.
I think you can do this, Tak.
Tweed

I'm learning a little bit every day. I see a little bit of Kitty Farm Cat
in her, and something more. Maybe she's just an unusual cat, but I think I
need to have her completely checked over by my vet as soon as she's tame
enough for me to crate. Her stiff gait, voracious appetite, thin limbs...
make me wonder if she has physical issues such as with her thyroid,
kidneys, etc.

That sounds like a good idea. Did Suz ever mention that Spicey had any
health problems?

You seem to be making really fast progress with her. I'm sure it helps
that she already knows and likes you, so even though this big change is
traumatic to her, maybe you're the one safe thing in her life right now.

I had the same thought about Kitty Farmcat. Small cats with big
personalities.

--
Joyce

"Sentimentality" -- that's what we call the sentiment we don't share.
-- Graham Greene