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Smokey slept on my bed again last night – though this time without constantly waking me for cuddles and scritches. She woke up fully at about six and hassled me to get up, which I did when my alarm went off at six thirty.
I sorted out the litter tray, changed her food over from the wet food which had been out overnight to the kibble she has during the day, "assisted" by the kitty round my feet and jumping on the worktop. She had almost finished the pouch of wet food she'd been given, which I was pleased about. She sniffed at the new kibble, but didn't start eating it.
By the time I was ready to sit down with a cup of tea (washed, dressed and ready to go to work) she had her back to me while she looked out of the window, and she ignored me for the full 40 minutes it took me to drink my tea, despite being called over for a cuddle and a scritch – so I went to work, when I was ready.
I think what's going on is still separation anxiety.
Yesterday evening, after my day at work, she was all over me like a rash; she spent almost the entire evening on my lap, on my chest or curled up in a ball next to me. (So cute!) She hadn't had enough of me come bed time and followed me to bed.
Morning, and I was still there – but didn't give the preferred smelly wet food. Hence sulks.
I will see what happens when I get home.
People reading my FB will know that I'm still concerned that she's not eating as much as I think she should, but I did a bit of digging around on the internet this lunchtime, and actually I don't think she's going as short as I imagined. Cats don't need as much food as I'd thought they did and she is eating. I shall just have to check the calorie content of her food when I get home.
She's a small cat, I don't think she's losing weight (though I'm watching that carefully) and her coat is still glossy and sleek. She's also grooming herself quite happily – often on my chest – and apart from this morning's sulks is usually up for a scritch behind the ears.
The other concern is the lack of playing behaviours, but I don't know what she was used to in her previous home. She belonged to an old lady who died, and I don't know whether this lady played with her – it may be that she belonged to the species of cat owners who don't realise you should. My mother never played with her cats, when she had them – though they were outdoor cats so presumably they entertained themselves during the night. They certainly never did much during the day.
I sorted out the litter tray, changed her food over from the wet food which had been out overnight to the kibble she has during the day, "assisted" by the kitty round my feet and jumping on the worktop. She had almost finished the pouch of wet food she'd been given, which I was pleased about. She sniffed at the new kibble, but didn't start eating it.
By the time I was ready to sit down with a cup of tea (washed, dressed and ready to go to work) she had her back to me while she looked out of the window, and she ignored me for the full 40 minutes it took me to drink my tea, despite being called over for a cuddle and a scritch – so I went to work, when I was ready.
I think what's going on is still separation anxiety.
Yesterday evening, after my day at work, she was all over me like a rash; she spent almost the entire evening on my lap, on my chest or curled up in a ball next to me. (So cute!) She hadn't had enough of me come bed time and followed me to bed.
Morning, and I was still there – but didn't give the preferred smelly wet food. Hence sulks.
I will see what happens when I get home.
People reading my FB will know that I'm still concerned that she's not eating as much as I think she should, but I did a bit of digging around on the internet this lunchtime, and actually I don't think she's going as short as I imagined. Cats don't need as much food as I'd thought they did and she is eating. I shall just have to check the calorie content of her food when I get home.
She's a small cat, I don't think she's losing weight (though I'm watching that carefully) and her coat is still glossy and sleek. She's also grooming herself quite happily – often on my chest – and apart from this morning's sulks is usually up for a scritch behind the ears.
The other concern is the lack of playing behaviours, but I don't know what she was used to in her previous home. She belonged to an old lady who died, and I don't know whether this lady played with her – it may be that she belonged to the species of cat owners who don't realise you should. My mother never played with her cats, when she had them – though they were outdoor cats so presumably they entertained themselves during the night. They certainly never did much during the day.
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