Kissakaipuu. Missing the cats.

Minun on ikävä kissoja. Omia öisin konsertoivia ja kuuroja kissoja, leikkisiä ja introvertteja hoitokissoja. Tässä jälkimmäisiä meidän putkiremonttievakosta.

I miss cats. The ones at home that sing at nights or are deaf, and playful and introverted cats we took care of while evacuated from the pipe renovation. These are the latter.

 

 

Ludvig got out today.

One of the nicest things I've done in my life is making a cat happy. Because it's another creature, especially because it's not a human, and probably especially because it's a cat.

She moved in with me when my parents were losing their nerves with her peeing everywhere. I quite understand them. My personal favourite must be when she managed to drop a Bible from a bookshelf and peed on it. Only a Bible; no one book besides. She haven't peed once outside her sandbox when living with me. I try to give her a lot of positive attention and a good amount of excitement. And, admittedly, I pamper her with treats.

Today morning I looked out of my window and decided that there are enough dry spots on the ground that I can start phase two in her happiness training: teaching her that going out on a leash is actually fun. And you know what? It was. At least for her. She ate some early grass and we spent a half hour watching sparrows and wading in snow.

Happy, old cat.