Meaow – Cleaning Up After My New, Old Cat

It has been a while since I posted on this blog. So long in fact that I was shocked to see the date of my last post, and to realise just how much has since since those darker days of last year.

A new job, working with Edinburgh library service, and new man (yes), and a new cat have certainly shaken things up.

In fact of all of these the cat has proven to be the most demanding, and the most rewarding (don’t let my boyfriend read this).

When I say a new cat, it’s really a new, old cat. One of my friends who has lived in Edinburgh for 8 years left to go home to Peru last October and her moggie needed someone to be his new owner (ha! now there’s a misnomer is there ever was one). I’ve never had a cat, although I was fond of Piero and enjoyed playing with him when I visited her flat, so it seemed the obvious thing for me to say, “I’ll do it”.

I once read somewhere, “Dogs have owners and cats have staff”, and boy has that proven to be the case. Meaow, let me in. Meaow, let me out. Meaow, let me in again… He certainly keeps me on my feet.

One thing I wasn’t aware of (not having been a catty person) is the mess that cats can cause. “Cats are so clean”, everyone told me before I brought him home.

Well, let’s just say that after a long day away I got a shock when we returned home last weekend. I thought I had everything covered – leave some food and water out, and he can get out of the catflap when he wants, so no problem, right? Wrong!

Let’s just say that his hunting instincts had kicked in all of a sudden (what was wrong with the Hill’s Science food) and he had decided to do a take away service all by himself.

I know there were two birds because of the various bits I found and the feathers on the carpet, along with blood stains and dried in something. I was almost phyically sick.

Fortunately my landlady had left a list of people to call and within 3 hours our rescuer appeared to clean up the mess and get rid of the dried in stains. He even put stain protector on our upholstery to make sure that any future accidents are easier to clean.

So Piero was in the naughty books, but he was only doing what cats do and once he started rubbing himself and wrapped his tail round my leg then all was forgiven. he was after all only being a cat. I just can’t get angry at that little face. I sent a message to my friend Maricielo in Peru to let her know what happened, and she assured me that he had never done this before. Mmmmmm, let’s see.

Now, if only I could do something about my man’s messy eating habits…