Belle Belle is my problem child. You know, the one who tests my patience. The one who creates challenges for me. The one that can turn me into Monster Mom.
She and Girl have been spending time outside in the evenings and I don't mind it at all. They are cats after all and they are unlike their more atas sisters who are pedigreed and are unable to survive outside the home.
One of the things that drives me up the wall is finding things like this when I come downstairs in the morning.
I don't know who is the culprit, Girl or Belle. Both were indoors the night before. This does not happen often but it does happen from time to time.
I set up another litter box outside for those times when they are outdoors. It is important to be a responsible pet owner and not allow our pets to poop in the neighbors' garden. Many people hate cats because of this - pooping in their garden, outside their front door or back lane etc.
Belle Belle is also prone to mischief by a very irresponsible neighbor (who think they are being amusing). Early this year, she came home like this :
Some idiot tied a used mask on her collar. I quickly removed it and washed my hands thoroughly. Haiz!
Last Sunday evening she stayed in and settled comfortably on the sofa. I was lying on the other sofa watching Mindhunter on Netflix.
Does she not look adorable? Then she went to the feeding area and helped herself to some leftover kibble (she already had dinner some two hours earlier).
Next thing I know this happened :
She vomited on the sofa. I was livid! I got up and punched the coffee table (I was in a carb-fueled rage). The loud sound startled her and she ran for the door.
I went after her and I smacked her on her rump. SMACK!!!!
Then I immediately felt very guilty. I picked up Belle Belle and cuddled her and apologized. Sorry Belle Belle. Mommy is so sorry. She looked up at me with her big sad eyes and I burst into tears. Then I let her out.