Hello all my furr kid guardians...how has this week treated you so far. It was a bit of a warm day today...I could honestly say that I broke a sweat a few times. One of the steady doggies that I walk Sienna made sure to stop a couple of times during our walk to rest in the cool shaded grass...she's quite cute when she does that.
So, you may be wondering what the story behind the title of this blog is all about. Let me give you a little background about the subject first...many times in the past people have asked me if I had ever been bitten by any of the dogs that are in my care, or if I was ever afraid of any breed of dog...my answer to this is "no, I have neither been bitten or scared of any of the dogs in my care...but I HAVE been bitten and scared of a cat that was in my care". Yes, that's right...your loyal pet sitter was afraid of one particular crazy attack cat. This cat was very scary...he would hide from me when I was in the house, but I could hear his continuous eerie growling from wherever he was hidden away. From time to time I would see his glowing devil eyes glaring at me from his hiding place, which was a good thing, because if I didn't know exactly where he was and walked anywhere near him he would dart out from his hiding place and attack my legs! I know that it sounds fairly humorous, but believe me...it was a scary thing to happen and quite shocking too! So, I have been really lucky over the past years to avoid crazy attack kitties...until now!
I'm watching two kitties for one of my new furr guardians...one of them, (Milo) is one of the cutest kitties I have ever seen...the other one is Sam. Now, Sam is not like the other crazy attack cat that had attacked your loyal pet sitter in the past...Sam is a 13 year old Siamese Boy who's not crazy...just plain cranky! He's not all together thrilled that his furr guardian is gone, and this stranger has entered his home. He keeps at a distance when I enter his domain, and if I dare to get too close he will let me know with a quick hiss or growl. Well, on Monday I made the dreadful mistake of trying to give him treats a bit closer than he was comfortable with, and he snapped! He attacked my leg like it was a team of vicious dogs trying to get at him! Thank goodness I had my legs covered, because it could have gotten ugly! It more startled me than scared me, and afterwards I felt bad for Sam because he was obviously just very nervous and I entered his personal space that he had warned me about in the past visits. So, as of now I give Sam plenty of personal space, and leave his treats close, but not TOO close. I do talk to him, and ask him how his day was, but he doesn't answer...he just sits with me in his sights to make sure I keep an agreeable distance.
Milo is completely the opposite...she ADORES me, and wont leave my side the entire time I'm visiting. The first thing I do is to pick her up and carry her around like a baby...she's a drooler cat; so my arm is usually soaked by the time I put her down. Once I put her down it's like I've done something unacceptable so she weaves in and out of my legs as I try to make my way around the house. After finishing with the food, water and litter I sit on the couch and brush her long beautiful calico fur and try to get the ever-returning mattes out of it without hurting her. She is so adorable, and loves to rub against ANYTHING and usually bangs her head in the process. By the time our visit is over I'm covered in her beautiful fur, and she stands at the door as I walk out and just gives me that "please don't leave" face. Tomorrow is my last visit with them, and I'm sure they will both be thrilled to see their guardian, (especially Sam).
Nanny Elaine finished up with her nearly one month assignment with Oscar the blind Beagle. She said as she drove away from his home she started to ball uncontrollably and misses him SO much. His guardian said that Elaine did an excellent job, although she spoiled him A LOT! She was scared for him to walk down his narrow tall stairs, so she began to carry him up and down the steps rather risking him falling. His guardian said "now he just sits at the top of the steps waiting for me to pick him up"...we can't help spoiling the furr kids sometimes...it's like being a Grandparent.
So, I guess that's it for now, but I will write again in a few days. Until next time give your furr kids a big hug and kiss for me, and tell them that we love them.