Caregiver's cats behaving badly.

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Does your Cat (or any pet) misbehave since caregiving your loved one?
Have you been required to take care of your loved one's pet after they have passed? Does your pet have cute antics that entertain your loved one?
And finally, has the cat or dog transferred their loyalty to your Mother?


Is your cat now keeping you up late at night, or are you keeping the cat awake? How can you tell?

When we had our dog, it helped dH keep a schedule, practice giving outside of himself, and express love. It was like a therapy dog. It brought so much energy to our home! It was, however, a whole lot more work for me, especially when the dog declined and needed caregiving.
Cats have more pet peeves than dogs.
A dog will almost wolf down it's food,
but a cat is notoriously a picky eater.

If you don't have a pet, you can complain about how your neighbor's cat sprays your car tires every season.
I have three cats and a dog. They are clearly my animals (although I deny knowing the dog) and follow me around relentlessly. A couple of them acknowledge my mother but usually don't care about her either way (even though they have to pass through her living room to get to the pet door)

Mom went to the hospital and then rehab for about 5 weeks. Discovered Sebastian Cat would look for her in her bedroom while she was away. When she returned, he hovered until bedtime and slept part of the night with her. Now, I often find him sitting in her apartment with her. I tease Mom that she has stolen my cat.
While trying to help my parents, I had noticed that my 3 cats were also aging [16-18]... and not only was I putting off my own doctor appointments, I was also putting off their own appointments.

My parents enjoyed seeing the cats whenever my parents came over for supper. But once my parents started to use canes, the noise tended to freak out the cats, so when my parents were quietly sitting on the sofa, the cats would slowly come out.

Elderly pets have their age decline. One cat has had dementia for a few years now.... another cat has glaucoma so I have to wrestle with him to get eye drops in, usually he wins... [sigh].... and the third cat had a stroke.

The cat who had a stroke, who use to fall over any time she tried to stand up, and who we had to carry her about and hold her up for her to use the little box.... how she was determined at 18 to fix matters on her own... in a few short months she was back on her feet, not very graceful, but she gets around, and uses her litter box on her own. Her eyesight isn't good close up but she can notice things at a distance. Her mind is just as sharp as ever, she lets me know when she needs my help.
I have a cat and a dog. Tiger has been with me since 2004 and is my dear sweet companion. Midget ( 8yr old toy poodle) was my mother's dog who I took over care for in 2013. Midget is a cute pest that I have come to love very much. She came with me to visit my mom in memory care 1-2 times a week. Midget is a thief, lol!!! She steals my socks, hair brush and even the checkbook. I find them hidden in her crate or stuffed down between the couch cushions. When she wants to go out during the night, she grabs my blanket and pulls it off me to wake me up!!!! Yes, she and Tiger are very loyal to me. Love both my pets and their antics. Tiger will use one claw to poke me when he wants fed,haha.
We have 2 dogs and 3 cats. All of them come running if Grannie needs ANYTHING it is amazing,lol.
My Charlie-girl is our first dog ever! She is very much like your doggy SharynM, stealing my Sox and other items, especially likes getting into my husband's underwear, YUCK! I tell him to put them into the hamper, but typical male, he leaves Sox and undies on the floor of the bedroom, so fair game! Lol!

She has brought such joy to our home, but does not like my FIL's Rollator, and she barks at him when he's moving about the house. She lays in wait for him to come out of his bathroom, right before he goes to bed, and attacks his feet! Not maliciously, just in fun, but it is annoying!

She's more like a cat, in that we have to coax her to eat, and we make her a special diet of chicken, potatoes or rice and vegetables too! So spoiled she is! I don't know what I would do with out her! She's the Love of my Life!

The Dog’s Diary

8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm - Dinner! My favorite thing!
6:00 pm - Oo. Bath. Bummer.
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!

The Cat’s Diary

Day 983 of My Captivity. My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.

The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates my capabilities. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a “good little hunter” I am. Bastards!

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of “allergies.” I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.

Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow, but at the top of the stairs.

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released, and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded. The bird must be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now ...
Send I think you have created a monster judging from the fast responses.
We have had a large number of pets but now down to one much loved kitty who is getting elderly now. I would love another dog but am most fond of larger breeds like Labs and can't exercise them anymore. Most were gifts or stays but we purchased our first dog a German Shepard puppy, she was our first "baby" We have had horses, dogs, cats, a mouse, gerbils and rabbits. Oh and I almost forgot Chicken who just turned up one day. As Winter approached we wondered about shelter for her but she made her own arrangements. We found her one evening nestled in one of the horse's hay. One of the cat's liked to lie on one of the horses backs when it was cold. We think he came from a nearby farm and was used to sitting on a cow's back at night. One of the gifted dogs was a huge groundhog hunter. She carried them home and took great pleasure in lying on the lawn and chomping away. Disgusting but useful! all were great characters and fondly remembered.
If My Dog Could Talk....

Me: Nothing. I just stood up.
Me: I'm literally just walking 3 feet away. I'm not even leaving the room.
Me: I mean...sure, but I'm literally just...
Me: I need to open this door.
Me: But you're in front of the door! Move please.
Me: (sigh...)

(I can't take credit for this, found it online)

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