August
29, 2000
Puss is on a hunger strike
Cleo checks out the treadmill
I'm getting a bit worried about Puss. She really won't eat; about all I could persuade her to eat was a couple of treats. It appears as though she's having a little trouble with her mouth, but of course she won't let me near it.
Cleo, on the other hand, seems better. No more vomiting.
And what cat can resist a box? Today my treadmill was delivered. I opened the box, but of course couldn't actually drag that huge, heavy thing out by myself.
Cleo, of course, is absolutely fascinated with this huge box sitting in the middle of our family room.
Cleo has been hanging out in her carrier at home for quite some time, but I've noticed that she hasn't been in there since we got home. I suspect that for whatever reason the pet sitters switched the position of the two carriers.
Turns out I was right, and apparently Cleo can actually tell which is hers. Tonight she jumped up into the top carrier, "her" carrier!
