A few days ago I noticed a lump, a sore spot, on Shorty's tail. That's gotten worse, with a large, hairless, raw area about halfway down. I'm sure it's from fighting. Six years now, and the others still pick on her - - and she's still the smallest; the only one under nine pounds. Even the ones she predates attack her. I wonder is it because she's the odd one out? The only part-Siamese, the only one who's not black or grey, the only one with blue eyes? She's also the oldest, though Sapphire's just a month younger.
So anyway, I moved her water, her food dish, and the Kitty Dreams catghan to the windowsill by my desk, and when we got back from the doctor's and errands --over three hours-- she was still there. The only thing lacking here is egress, and it wouldn't be impossible to cut a cat door into the wall.
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What a cute photo! And I love the fact that you call your cats "furbabies." (I call mine that sometimes too, but I thought I and my sisters were the only ones.)
She destroyed that Bunn coffeemaker, constantly laying on it (Bunns have a reservoir where the water is always hot; that's why they make a pot of coffee so quickly. She liked the heat there, I guess) and eventually it sprang a leak. Our current coffeepot stays under the cabinet; not enough room for a cat to climb up on it there.
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