cat

Well, Mr. made a toy for the cat. She loves it. Unfortunately it requires human participation. She sits by it and stares us down until one or the other of us picks it up and dangles it for her to chase.

Our feather duster fell apart. Cleverly, Mr. took the wooden handle, tied some left-over Christmas ribbon to it (yes, from last Christmas), and then stapled a few feathers to the ends of each ribbon. She could care less about most of it, but is fixated on the feathers. Something about that hunting instinct draws her right to those bird-like things.

We took her to the vet a few days ago and put her in her new carrier to get her there. Before that day she had been mildly curious about the carrier, casually in and out of it from time to time. Unfortunately, the visit to the vet was a bit traumatic. Now she wants nothing to do with the carrier. Tactical error.

So tonight I took her favorite thing and combined it with her least favorite thing. I drug the ribbons with the feathers in through one end of the carrier, then out the other. She was sorely tempted and stared at it a long time. After a little more coaxing, she went half-way into the carrier to pounce on the feathers, but then backed right out again. Well, it's a start.

No question that the airplane ride is going to confirm her hatred of the carrier, but we have to trick her into liking it before that.

Trying not to worry traveling half-way around the world with her. Way too much other stuff to get done before we cross that bridge.