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changes at the zoo

October 22, 2006 |

- Peanut walked out of the pen and explored my bedroom for the first time in four months. Even though she still prefers the security of the pen walls, I am completely thrilled. She’s such a brave girl. Meanwhile, Rex has been running and binkying his heart out - I keep having to remind myself that he’s seven years old. He certainly doesn’t act his age.

- Stephen’s bedroom now has a screen door, so that PJ can see/hear/interact with the other cats even when they’re not meeting face-to-face. Having him be more a regular part of the household means that the girls are finally working out their territoriality and redirected-aggression, and we’re finally making positive progress.

- Beeper has officially moved in with my grandfather. She’s been living in the addition of the house since mid-summer, preferring to camp out in the storage room where it’s quiet and there are multiple levels of boxes to lounge on. But with the cold weather she’s found that Papa’s heated apartment is much nicer than the storage room, so we moved her litterbox and dishes over. Right now she’s curled up on his bed, sound asleep. He’s happy to have a little companion, and she’s happy to still have a low-key place to stay (at 17, she’s earned the peace and quiet)

- Beeper has also transitioned herself to raw food. She was the most stubborn, intractable cat when it came to making the switch, refusing any and all fresh meat in favor of Fancy Feast *blech* But last week, after she broke into a fresh package of chicken wings, I thought I’d give it another try. She’s been wolfing down breast meat, livers, and hearts, and has now stopped eating Fancy Feast altogether. Just goes to show you that cats will do what they want to do when they want to do it. My biggest concern is that she cannot chew bones and she detests the smell of supplements, so grinding whole prey, along with chunks of meat and organs, is going to be our best bet. Let’s just hope she doesn’t mind the texture. Crazy animals…they certainly keep me on my toes.