lowkey
01-24-2011, 12:43 AM
I never had a cat. Then I moved in with my ex GF Kat. She had a 14 year old blue point Siamese male. He rarely used the litterbox, she never let him outside, and she told me he hated riding in the car. The poor thing used to sit in the corner and cry sometimes, broke my heart.
It took six months, but eventually he'd pee in the litter box, hold everything else until I came home for our nightly time in the courtyard. He knew his limits of how far he could go, and he'd heel like a dog going in and out, and he ran to go with me everytime I left the house.
He was funny, we'd go to the corner store, and he'd sit on the counter, while the guys at the store petted him, while I got my beer. Kinda weird, but Austin is that kind of town. When I broke up with her and came back to Dallas, I sure missed him, her, not so much.
My new cat I got from a guy who'd raised him since he was a kitten, a really small kitten, who's mom got run over before he was weaned. That would explain why he never learned to Purr, and even though he's a flame point Siamese, he doesn't talk much.
The guy I got him from, said he hated riding in the car, and the only way to do it, was with him in the car carrier. Well, if the only time I got to ride in the car, I got scrunched up in a little box, and went somewhere, to get poked with needles, or my balls cut off, I'd be not liking car rides either.
Well, it took six months for this one. Now when I grab him, he is fine with being carried out to the car. I crack his window a little so he can smell things, and he sits on the passenger with his feet up on the dash, or looking out the passenger window.
What's funny, is the people who drive around with a little yippy dog on their lap. The dog looks over, see's my cat, loses it, and Ol Orion, he just stares at em. Last month we did a hundred mile round trip to visit a friend, and he had a great time staring out the window, and taking a couple naps in my lap.
In short, you can teach an old cat new tricks, and running errands is a whole lot more fun.
It took six months, but eventually he'd pee in the litter box, hold everything else until I came home for our nightly time in the courtyard. He knew his limits of how far he could go, and he'd heel like a dog going in and out, and he ran to go with me everytime I left the house.
He was funny, we'd go to the corner store, and he'd sit on the counter, while the guys at the store petted him, while I got my beer. Kinda weird, but Austin is that kind of town. When I broke up with her and came back to Dallas, I sure missed him, her, not so much.
My new cat I got from a guy who'd raised him since he was a kitten, a really small kitten, who's mom got run over before he was weaned. That would explain why he never learned to Purr, and even though he's a flame point Siamese, he doesn't talk much.
The guy I got him from, said he hated riding in the car, and the only way to do it, was with him in the car carrier. Well, if the only time I got to ride in the car, I got scrunched up in a little box, and went somewhere, to get poked with needles, or my balls cut off, I'd be not liking car rides either.
Well, it took six months for this one. Now when I grab him, he is fine with being carried out to the car. I crack his window a little so he can smell things, and he sits on the passenger with his feet up on the dash, or looking out the passenger window.
What's funny, is the people who drive around with a little yippy dog on their lap. The dog looks over, see's my cat, loses it, and Ol Orion, he just stares at em. Last month we did a hundred mile round trip to visit a friend, and he had a great time staring out the window, and taking a couple naps in my lap.
In short, you can teach an old cat new tricks, and running errands is a whole lot more fun.