This column is just for you, cats
By Ask Ollie Email questions to email@example.com January 18, 2013 3:10PM
Updated: February 21, 2013 6:27AM
Dear readers: I rarely write about cats because, quite frankly, I don’t like them. Alas, we live in an age of cats so I’m dedicating this column to them. Hopefully they can read.
Hey Ollie: Please remind your readers to stop feeding the feral cats.
Before I started trapping them last month, I counted at least 10 roaming in my back yard. I’ve trapped five in less than six weeks.
They carry and spread disease, have shorter life spans and can rarely be domesticated. They don’t control the rodent population either as some think ... because of people feeding them.
I’m getting to know the Animal Control officers on a first-name basis.
Dear Ollie, I am so embarrassed to be writing this but I need to ask for advice from a canine! I am a feline and very proud of it.
In that I am meticulous about my grooming and hygiene, I was shocked to discover that my 14-year-old sister has been rooting around in my litter box! My woman human cleans my box very often as I will not use a box that I deem unsanitary! So what is up with my sis? What she eats can’t possibly taste good and it makes her breath just awwwwful!
I didn’t think any self-respecting cat would do such a thing! What has happened to her?
Wade, one curious cat
Dear Wade: Cats are the gift that keep on “grifting.” Grifters steal everything of value. Is this cat stealing what she considers a treasure from another cat’s litter box?
I’m a dog and for me the world is my restroom. So for a cat to do his or her business in a box filled with litter is incomprehensible.
I love to roll in goose poop but that pales in comparison to the “grifting” this female cat is doing in her brother’s litter box. I have no answer for this, but the cat’s age makes me wonder if she has a little dementia.
Wade, have your woman-human contact a veterinarian. Sometimes they know more than I do.
Dear Ollie, I learned an important lesson regarding my longtime tortoise-shell colored cat Ferguson.
You see, she was freaked out by the dogs in my mother’s house, ran away and was missing for months until I heard that a wonderfully kind woman took pity on her. Meloney paid her veterinarian bills and found her a new home.
In her months of being out in the neighborhood, Ferguson had lost 5 pounds and developed a tapeworm.
When I heard of her rescue, I wanted her back since she had been my companion for seven years and lived with me in six states. But Ferguson was living in Pennsylvania with a wonderful family who loves her.
I have since adopted another cat from the Humane Society of Northwest Indiana. He is a handsome, gray cat with big blue eyes and reminds me of Frank Sinatra, “Old Blue Eyes.” Short of calling him Frank, I am interested in your readers recommending a name.
Also, he will be micro-chipped this week. The lesson is learned. I am content.
Dear Meredith, This had to be a gut-wrenching experience for you and I’m sure you shed many tears to learn that you had lost your companion of seven years. But now, two grown cats have a new beginning.
Thanks, Meredith and Meloney, for your compassion and caring.