The hard part is over.
I'm matching you with one of our specialists who will be calling you in the next few minutes.
I think animals are more than anyone gives them credit for.
She is a NanaCat. She comes into the bathroom, ERower, Erower, meh, meh, and assists with things. She relaxes my Mother so she can go--which is a frickin miracle in itself; my Mother has not been relaxed or free from worry since the day before she was born. We should all be so lucky to cry, worry, be nervous, and still look good at 93. Crapola. Yes, give me my beautiful Cat, any day. OOh yea--a giant litter box for things we don't want to see. Good idea, Ladeeda! Hugs, christina
Or am I just starved for a freindly voice that I imagine she is talking!! Yes, I would love to be a cat. Because mine hauls butt when Ruth gets ugly and loud. I am surprised she has not tried to "cover her up" when she is stinky...;)
They sense us, they care about us, they communicate their feelings to us, which is something we usually don't experience with the one we take care of, right?
I think YOU would like to be a CAT--I would:)))