I don't know if I mentioned it here, but for the next 3 weeks we are taking care of my friend Lia's two cats. It's a crazy amount of time to kitty-sit, especially bringing the cats into our own home (when I kitty-sit for people I usually go to their houses), but hey, I wasn't the one that said 'yes.' 
So far it has been nothing but a nightmare, just as I predicted. Her hopeful-fiance had to back out at the last minute, so on Thursday she asked us if we could pet-sit for her.
We cleaned out the "dog-room" (oh, the irony..) for them. There was barely room in there to stand, and now it's all clear and cat-proofed. Hell, I would go so far as to say kitten proofed. Somehow we managed all of this in less than 3 hours. It's not a very large room.. but still, that's a lot of crap!
My miniature nightmare started with the cleaning. I've been pretty ill this whole week--I slept most of Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday due to overdoing it on the weekend. Wednesday I partly slept away as well. *sigh* I was very sick last night, and it was pretty hard for me to clean the room out, even with help. Bleagh. Vertigo + bending down + carrying things = not fun.
But it gets worse. Lia didn't let Tizbury out to go pee, and he was in her car in a crate all day. So he wet himself, poor guy. He doesn't have the greatest bladder control. And for the icing on the cake.. not only was it a LOT of pee and he got himself coated in it, but Winslow was also in the crate with him; so of course Winslow got peed on.
*facepalm*
SO... With my mom's help, I had to give two strange cats--one who didn't like me too much in the first place--baths. Tiz was much more well-mannered than our kitties, however, so his bath was not as stressful as they usually are. Winslow has never been bathed (you're allopcorn: right now, huh?) before, but shockingly it turned out okay. We bathed him in the sink, with the little water-squirty-things. It worked out well. He's a semi-longhair, so drying him was oh so fun. But he did get dry, and found out he liked me a lot in the process, and he liked being brushed, too.
Tiz I didn't groom--his hair's short. He'll need it tomorrow, though. I just don't have the energy right now. His face also needs to be cleaned, as it reeks of urine. Not to mention the crate-cleaning and floor-cleaning w/ Nature's Miracle, because we didn't know how peed-on he was until he hopped out.
On top of all this I am also taking care of my neighbors' Cairn, Sabrina. Only for a week, though, thank goodness. Bree will be allowed in the house with MY kitties if she stays clean and wants to come in. I'll probably be bathing her every other day. Bleh. But at least she has very good bath manners and doesn't shed. (She's an indoor/outdoor dog allowed to roam free.)
I'm kinda twitching right now. Five cats, one dog. I have this horrible feeling this isn't the end of it. If anyone asks me to take care of their pets, remind me to say "NO!!!"
So far it has been nothing but a nightmare, just as I predicted. Her hopeful-fiance had to back out at the last minute, so on Thursday she asked us if we could pet-sit for her. We cleaned out the "dog-room" (oh, the irony..) for them. There was barely room in there to stand, and now it's all clear and cat-proofed. Hell, I would go so far as to say kitten proofed. Somehow we managed all of this in less than 3 hours. It's not a very large room.. but still, that's a lot of crap!
My miniature nightmare started with the cleaning. I've been pretty ill this whole week--I slept most of Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday due to overdoing it on the weekend. Wednesday I partly slept away as well. *sigh* I was very sick last night, and it was pretty hard for me to clean the room out, even with help. Bleagh. Vertigo + bending down + carrying things = not fun.
But it gets worse. Lia didn't let Tizbury out to go pee, and he was in her car in a crate all day. So he wet himself, poor guy. He doesn't have the greatest bladder control. And for the icing on the cake.. not only was it a LOT of pee and he got himself coated in it, but Winslow was also in the crate with him; so of course Winslow got peed on.
*facepalm*
SO... With my mom's help, I had to give two strange cats--one who didn't like me too much in the first place--baths. Tiz was much more well-mannered than our kitties, however, so his bath was not as stressful as they usually are. Winslow has never been bathed (you're all
opcorn: right now, huh?) before, but shockingly it turned out okay. We bathed him in the sink, with the little water-squirty-things. It worked out well. He's a semi-longhair, so drying him was oh so fun. But he did get dry, and found out he liked me a lot in the process, and he liked being brushed, too. Tiz I didn't groom--his hair's short. He'll need it tomorrow, though. I just don't have the energy right now. His face also needs to be cleaned, as it reeks of urine. Not to mention the crate-cleaning and floor-cleaning w/ Nature's Miracle, because we didn't know how peed-on he was until he hopped out.
On top of all this I am also taking care of my neighbors' Cairn, Sabrina. Only for a week, though, thank goodness. Bree will be allowed in the house with MY kitties if she stays clean and wants to come in. I'll probably be bathing her every other day. Bleh. But at least she has very good bath manners and doesn't shed.
(She's an indoor/outdoor dog allowed to roam free.) I'm kinda twitching right now. Five cats, one dog. I have this horrible feeling this isn't the end of it. If anyone asks me to take care of their pets, remind me to say "NO!!!"
