Frazzling Feline Food

September 24, 2013

Needing a Valium for my crazed frame of mind. Or at least that is what I hear. Preparing for a two week trip across the country puts me in a fretful state. The greatest concern is the damaged dental cat with special needs. He will be home alone, guarding the house, in case you are a robber and reading this blog. I spoke with several authorities in the cat food industry who assure me that I can leave dry food out and feed canned every few days with plenty of fresh water, or I should not even consider putting out dry food and only wet is acceptable, OR the meals have to be prepared individually and the cat cannot be trusted to dole out his own portions. Great. A cat is now running my life.

Taking the dog to the country to stay at a Princeton palace with friends and lots of other critters tomorrow night after work. I’ll have a leisurely morning of zipping out of bed before the duck hunters are out rearranging their blinds, haul down the road to force feed the cat, zoom to meet my daughter for a few hours, drop all the remaining food from the frig at her abode then heading off to work. Immediately afterwards, I fly to meet the kid, who will take me to my sister’s house to sleep overnight. I have to get up before the duck hunters launch out of their own beds to go to the airport to catch a plane to the other side of the country where it is at least ten degrees colder.

I pack for the dog, for whatever weather I may encounter, gifts for friends and family whom I will hit up for a couch and meal or two, pay all of the bills, anticipate three to four persons coming in to feed the cat, clean the litter box and a way to make that system easy to navigate, all the while, arranging work and play in Washington state for two weeks.

I hate to be a Debbie Downer (sorry if your name is Debbie, no offense) but it is crazy. Not as nuts as packing and organizing for a trip out of the country for six months but insane all the same.