In the paper today, a man with dementia put stain remover into coffee instead of sugar. He died. His wife will recover. Obviously not his fault. He’s mentally ill. We hate to think of senile/dementia/Alzheimers parents and grandparents as being dangerous. They’re lucid sometimes, right? It’s not like they’re drooling and yelling, right? They wouldn’t hurt anyone, right?
Wrong. Leaving a cat or a dog in the hands of a senile parent, even if they’re often lucid, is wrong. You’re putting the animal in harm’s way. What if the parent tries to lovingly give the cat’s a bath, but uses ammonia instead of water? It’s happened.
Yes, but what if the parent loves the animal and would miss her if she were taken away? That’s heart breaking. Maybe offer to keep the pet and bring her on each visit, or if there is a nurse, have the nurse become the cat’s care taker, if the nurse doesn’t mind. Pay the nurse a little more to help out with the cat.
Do you want to visit your mother’s house and find the cat writhing in pain because she’s eaten poison?
It’s a sad situation, but we can’t let mentally ill people be in charge of defenseless creatures.
What kind of masochistic deal is this? Listen, if your cat nips at you, bites you and tries to scratch you, there’s a simple solution.
Move the heck away from your cat! Step away from the kitty! Those boots were made for walking, girl. And please, please, don’t play with your cat using your toes, fingers and hair. Then you’re asking for it. May as well write letters to inmates at SuperMax facilities, and send them a photo of you in a bikini.
We humans are supposed to be the ones with big brains, but sometimes I wonder.
Newsflash . . . being a good owner isn’t the same as being a punching bag. Anyway, if you don’t learn to avoid getting bitten and scratched, you KNOW that sooner or later your adorable fluffy will scratch or bite you on a day when you’re in no mood for it. You’ll scream your head off at that poor beast. You might even take her to a shelter. How compassionate is that?
My fancy, elaborate advice to owners whose cats are beating them like a rag doll is to just stop. When those claws come out, the fun ends. Get up and walk away. No yelling. No baby talk. If you’re in bed and the cat hassles you, put the cat on the floor. Keep a bunch of toys around so you can distract monster kitty with a mousey wand or crinkle ball.
I know, I know. Some cats are relentless. That’s what doors and ear plugs are for. Cats can be annoying. Some of them even specialize in being annoying. That’s one of the reasons I love them. They’re punks. They crack me up.
Temple Grandin. Autistic. Developed less frightening and more efficient way to guide animals to slaughter, making the process less bad for the animals. Many, many women work in animal shelters, doing rescue work and so on. That’s great. We also need women who will tackle engineering and technical work to make the lives of animals better.
Ha ha. Fun client sculpted a “cat” using leftover fur from a lion cut. Cute! The real cat and the fake cat are about the same size. Really sweet cat who used to live on the streets of Brooklyn. Now he has the best life with loving owners.
I see this a lot. People afraid to really brush their pets for fear of hurting them. If you’re using a comb or a slicker brush, put some energy into it. Don’t brush like you’re 95 years old and living on a diet of yoghurt and cigarettes. Step lively folks! Cats are animals and so are we. Neither of us are made of glass. We survived the Kardashians. We can survive anything.