An opinionated feline in Edmonton, Canada who lived with a retired cat behaviourist, Greyce provided behavioral advice to cats in need until her death in July 2014. Because her entries are useful even today, the blog remains posted.

Monday, March 18, 2013

Announcing A New Page!

Dear Readers,

If your purrsons are calling you "Bad Cat" because you left some urine or poop outside your box or  they have recently walked into a puddle of cat vomit, then help is on the way. Have them check out my new page (at the top of this blog) called Cleaning Urine and Other Stains. 

Of course, it is not a substitute for resolving the problem (as I mention on that page) but it will go a long way to getting the house back in shape and putting a smile back on their faces.


Saturday, March 9, 2013

Cat Hides When Moved to New Home: Friday's Trauma

Dear Greyce,

I am a 10 month old, spayed, female kitten with a mainly black, short-haired coat. I lived happily with my three siblings until two weeks ago. Apparently our purrson was moving into a condominium and was only allowed to take 2 kittens, so the others of us have been placed elsewhere. 

Greyce, if you can believe it we weren't told what would happen to us! One day I was put into a crate, carried into a car and driven to another destination. Before the ride was over, I threw up. Upon arriving at the new destination, I was dropped off into the basement, removed from my crate and left alone.

My new purrsons thought I would have a chance to adjust to my new surroundings by being confined in one area with all of my equipment: I have a litter box with clumping litter. I have a water dish and I have a bowl of my regular kibble.

The basement is large and unfinished. Things are stored there and it is all one big place. There is a machine which sometimes makes noise when a purrson puts clothes into it; they come out wet. The purrsons live upstairs.

Since then I have been hiding out near the ceiling in the rafters beside the air ducts where it is warm. I come down to eat at night when it is very quiet. No one sees me. The purrsons are getting anxious because they understand that I was a friendly kitten in my former home.

I am eating, drinking water, peeing and pooping. But I have yet to play with my catnip mouse. I just hang out in the rafters for most of the day, and come down to eat, drink and use the toilet in the night.

At first my food and water were a distance apart from the litter box. But they have now been moved into another part of the basement in an attempt to get me nearer the stairs, so I can be enticed upstairs. 

I remain terrified. Do I have to live like this for the rest of my nine lives?