Bentley Goes Home

Happy Sunday, dog owners!  I hope you're spending time with your family, which includes your dogs!  Today is a beautiful Colorado day and I'm so glad because it was a cold spring and summer came with a friggin bang.  It burned with several fires all over the state and many people lost their homes as well as their pets.  Sadly, two people lost their lives.  But with the good Lord's grace, Colorado is once again alive with rain and visitors from all over the world.

Today, I packed up Bentley (the cat I was sitting) and his belongings.  If Bruce could speak, he would only laugh.  While he never attempted to harm the cat, he did stick his nose where it didn't belong and in turn received some cat-slaps to the face.  He enjoyed eating cat food whenever he could get a chance and I believe that was his payback for getting beat up by a 15 lb cat.  As I cleaned up the litterbox and gathered his things, Bentley sat and watched quietly.  I believe he may have been wondering if he was going back home or if I was finding him another place to live.  He wasn't too excited... but then again, cats are rarely excited about change.

On the way to his home and in his pet carrier, Bently cried and called.  Poor thing.  He must've been really stressed.  However, as soon as he was let loose in his wonderful, dog-free home, he was as bouncy as a kitten.  I'm not sad to see him go, but I did enjoy his presence.  Now Bruce, on the other hand, will surely miss the cat food.  Especially the one that comes in the can.

When I got home, I sat on the couch.  It smelled funny.  It smelled like pee.  I took a whiff of a couch pillow.  Yup.  Cat piss.  Bentley had the last word.  Maybe it was meant for Bruce....

Catsitting Oh My!

We are cat sitting this week and it has been really.... interesting. Yeah that's the word. 

Bentley is a beautiful cat who came from a hard life. He was found abandoned by his owners when they moved. Declawed, he had no chance at survival other than to hang around the neighborhood hoping for scraps. My sister in law took him in, but couldn't keep him due to allergies. So I took him and was able to find him a good home. 

He lives a luxurious life with a priest. I think they were made for each other. Bentley hated my home. With a 90 lb Bruce in his face (which, in Bruce's defense, was an innocent attempt to fulfill his curiosity), 3 ferrets and two wild kids, what cat would really beg to live in my home. So moving into a quiet and spacious home with a man who lived alone and happened to have a soft spot for cats was Bentley's jackpot. 

The priest asked me to keep Bentley while he left on a tour. I warned him that Bentley wouldn't be too happy but that I'd keep him safe, fed and warm. He was just grateful not to have to leave him in a crate at boarding. But my prediction rang true the first night. 

Bentley slept in the front loading washer, far from my noisy family. He came out to eat and potty and quickly disappeared. He also managed to swat Bruce in the face a few times when my dog stuck his nose up Bentley's butt. And he swatted at the ferrets when they checked him out.  But tonight, day 3, he's finally coming around. 

He laid on my lap as I watched TV and purred as I rubbed his belly. Then he waited at the patio door while I was outside. I'm hoping the rest of the week isn't too stressful for him. I've got 4 nights left with him. 

Bruce thinks he's hilarious.