Why so glum, Tiger?

Last night when I got ready for bed, I couldn’t find Tulip.  I took a tour of the place and didn’t see her.  I figured she had gone down to the foot of the stairs again.  Sure enough, she was sitting down there in the corner by her little self, looking pitiful.  I went down there and scooped her up, and brought her back upstairs.  I put her down on the bed, but she immediately got down and left the room.  She went right back downstairs!  I went down there and got here again, and brought her back to the bedroom.  We ended up locking her in there with us again.  Once we did, she seemed perfectly content.  She went to sleep on the rug in the hallway.  What’s up with that?  I hope kitty isn’t getting sad…

Kitty’s on lockdown

Way back when Tulip first got here, she had a little accident at the bottom of the stairs. All of our living space is upstairs, so the only thing at the bottom of the stairs is the front door. I never did get around to asking Janet, but I suspect that where Tulip was fostered there is a full downstairs and possibly a litterbox near the bottom of the stairs somewhere. She still occasionally seems very confused by the fact that the stairs don’t go anywhere.

In any case, a week or two ago kitty was down at the bottom of the stairs meowing at the top of her and wrestling with the rug. We didn’t think too much of it because she seems to like to play down there. As it turns out, she ended up peeing on the rug down there again. Needless to say, the rug is now gone. Every time kitty heads down the stairs, I shoo her back up.

Usually in the evenings after she eats, she’s ready to run around and play. That’s usually when she wants to head downstairs. With that in mind, kitty has been on lockdown in the bedroom/bathroom area at night. It’s usually a pretty big production. We bring the kitty bed and Mini Tiger in there for her. She goes from door to door to verify that she’s locked in. Then she usually flops herself over on her side on the stripy rug that’s between the bedroom and bathroom. By morning she is usually curled up in a ball in the crook of my legs. I swear, this cat has more routines than a 5-year-old child.

Kitty has a schedule

Tulip has been on a new feeding schedule for the last few weeks.  I now try to feed her at 7AM and 7PM.  Previously I was feeding her whenever I got up (5AM – 6AM), then making her wait until 10PM for dinner.  Of course she would be starving and cranky by the time 10PM rolled around.  It finally occurred to us that we should just feed her every 12 hours (we’re slow, but we catch on eventually).

It’s been good and bad, but mostly good for her.  She’s a lot more even-tempered now.  She’s not totally starved in the evenings.  In fact, sometimes she’ll just have a bite to eat at 7PM, then save a little for later.  The down side is that she wakes up a little earlier now because she’s hungry.  She’s been pretty good though.  She’ll jump up onto the bed and try to wake us up.  If i give her a quick pet and don’t sir around a lot, she’ll lie down and go back to sleep.  What a good tiger!

Ever feel like you’re being watched?

Several times I have commented that Tulip will sit and “stare” at us. You wouldn’t think a blind cat staring at you would be particularly disturbing, but somehow it’s worse. Here’s kitty sitting behind the shutters staring at me while I watch TV.

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I swear there’s a cheeseburger here somewhere…

A few weekends ago, I grilled up some buffalo burgers for lunch. They were messy as anything, but delicious. After eating, I started playing with Tulip before washing my hands. She was very interested in the cheeseburger smell. She kept nibbling at my hand, going from one finger to the next looking for the cheeseburger.

“I swear there’s a yummy cheeseburger here somewhere. Is this it? Nope… How ’bout here? Nope…”

Kitty’s isn’t a big fan of fireworks

This could probably go without saying, but Tulip is not a big fan of fireworks.  We live a few miles from the fairgrounds where they have a decent fireworks display ever year.  This year we were too lazy to drive over there and watch them, so we hung out at home and watched TV with kitty.  All of our windows and the sliding door were open.  The wind must have been blowing in our direction because when the fireworks started, they sounded like they were right here.  For the first few minutes kitty just turned her head towards the door and listened.  We kept talking to her, trying to reassure her that things were OK.  She was pretty calm, but after a couple of pretty big booms, she decided she’d had enough.  She came over and lied by our feet, well within petting distance.  I got up and closed the door so it was a little quieter.  She stuck close by until the noise was over.  She did well through the whole thing, but it was very obvious she could have done without.