Posted by Kerry McFall on July 22, 2016
Pet sitting for cats is very different from pet sitting for a mini-parrot. Parrots are way easier. They don’t leave half-dead lizards right outside the patio door. They flap and squawk if you’re not behaving just as they wish, but they do not bare their fangs and hiss. But this too shall pass, I’m sure, having been around many cats. Cats are contrary. That’s what they do. And eventually, even Drama Queen Cats warm up to me. That’s why kitty treats were invented.
Today, just after I finished these not-quite-flattering portraits, Stinker Pot decided to let me pet her. Not just three times, but not five either. Not anywhere but behind her elegant ears. And just so I don’t get too confident, she let me know that social time was over with a no-nonsense hiss. Little by little… we’ll be friends soon. Rosco is a little more mellow, having already donated the tip of one ear earlier in his long life – he just wants his food on time and in the proper quantities. It’s up to you if you want to pet him, he doesn’t mind, but you’re going to probably get stuck by some of the burrs under the fur on his belly. Hopefully I’ll be able to do more flattering portraits in a day or two!