Cat Sitting Experience: My Whisker-Twitching Adventure with Miu
Cat Sitting Experience: The Purr-fect Plan
When you have a house full of space and a heart full of love for cats, what do you do? You consider cat sitting, of course! With a few ferals already under my care, I thought, “Why not monetize my feline affinity?” And so, I embarked on my cat-sitting journey, blissfully unaware of the fur-tastic drama that awaited me.
Meet Miu: The First Client
My first client was a white cat named Miu, with eyes as diverse as her personality – each a different color. Her owners were off to China for three weeks, and it was summer. The stars had aligned, or so I thought.
The Room of Solitude
I rearranged a room specifically for Miu, ensuring she had all the comforts of a five-star feline resort. My own cats seemed intrigued, often sitting outside Miu’s room as if waiting for an exclusive invite to a VIP party.
The Introduction: A Hissing Affair
After a week of peaceful coexistence and divided by a door, I decided it was time for the grand introduction. My calico cat, Poofah, had other plans. The moment she laid eyes on Miu, she turned into a growling, hissing, spitting furball of rage. Miu, however, remained the epitome of feline grace, seemingly floating above the drama.
The Calm After the Storm
A few minutes later, peace was suddenly restored for no apparent reason. Poofah seemed to accept Miu’s presence, and I breathed a sigh of relief. From then on, the days were filled with feline camaraderie, though I separated them at night, just to be safe.
The Scratch Heard ‘Round the House
Just when I thought I could add “Professional Cat Sitter” to my resume, disaster struck. Two days before Miu’s owners were due to return, Poofah, without any warning, scratched Miu’s nose in complete silence. On a white cat, even a minor scratch stands out like a sore thumb – or should I say, a sore nose.
The Aftermath: A Change of Heart
Though the cats were fine, my cat-sitting aspirations were scratched – literally. The stress was just too much to bear. However, every cloud has a silver lining; the money I earned from cat sitting went to help a stray cat with a tumor in his ear.
Cat Sitting Experience: Lessons in Feline Diplomacy
My cat-sitting experience taught me valuable lessons about feline behavior and my own limitations. While the idea seemed purr-fect on paper, the reality was a mixed bag of hisses, scratches, and life lessons. So, will I venture into cat sitting again? Probably not. But the experience was worth its weight in catnip, and it led to a good deed that made it all worthwhile.
