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A morning In the Life of a Cat Sitter - What does a Cat Sitter do?

By Kirstie Gregory, Nov 20 2016 03:32PM

I've been Pet Sitting in Exminster and Exeter for many years now and people often ask what does a Cat Sitter do?


8.00am - It's breakfast time for most kitties so I'm off to my first visit of the day.


I'm leaving at this time because I know it takes me fifteen minutes to get to Harry and Daves house. I don't want to be any later because Dave needs his insulin at eight thirty every morning. Once Dave has had his insulin I sit on the sofa and he climbs on my lap for a cuddle, purring away . I then look for Harry. Harry is shy so I usually find him hiding under the bed or in the wardrobe. Usually I just see a pair of eyes. upon seeing him I usually speak to him in a silly high pitched voice that has been shown to reassure nervous cats. I then leave the room not wanting to overload him with human interaction if he is not comfortable with it. Today however was different. I entered the room and Harry was sat under the bed I crouched down (making myself smaller so as to be less intimidating to him). To my surprise he came out from under the bed and tentatively sniffed me . He then proceeded to rub himself against me before making his way downstairs to eat his breakfast! I felt honoured and excited. Harry had decided to be my friend! I texted his owners to let them know. They too were pleased as Harry had always been shy with new people.


My next visit was Molly. Molly lived on a busy street so I had to be very careful not to let her out the front door. Molly was an elderly cat (she had recently turned fourteen). She needed to take a tablet twice a day. Since I had known her I had tried every trick in the book. I've tried wedging it in cheese, sardines,tuna and all manner of cat delicacies. She sniffs it and walks off. Unfortunately there is only one way of administering her essential medication...down the hatch.


I was shown at the Blue Cross how to administer tablets to cats if more paletable methods fail. A towel is required to wrap around the cats paws to protect yourself from being scratched. The cats head needs to be tilted back until its mouth will naturally open. The pill can then either be dropped in manually (although there is a risk of being bitten and not putting the pill far enough back the cats mouth) or a 'pill popper' can be used. There is a knack to these which when you have the hang of is fine but on the first few attempts can be fiddly. It's like a syringe but instead of a needle at the end there is a bit that holds the pill. It is then that the syringe bit is pushed towards the back of the cats mouth so the pill sits there ready to be swallowed. Next you need to close the cats mouth and stroke under it's chin to encourage the swallow reflex. It can take a few attempts to get the cat to swallow the pill. They are clever creatures who seemingly trick you into thinking the pill has been swallowed and then proceed to spit it out. On the third attempt Molly had swallowed the pill , ran off and out the cat flap. I felt guilty at inflicting the ordeal on her but things would be much worse without her medication. I texted her mummy and daddy to say she had had her pill and sent a photo using Whatsapp to reasurre them she was well.


My next visit was Ted. Ted was a very gregarious cat who spent most of his time outdoors. Often I wouldn't see him and the only evidence he had been in was that the litter tray was used and his food was eaten. Ted had suffered bouts of cystitis as is common in male cats. Teds cystitis was brought on by the appearance of a new male cat next door who regularly tried to claim Teds garden as his own.

I needed to check the litter tray carefully so that I could see that Ted had urinated and that there was no blood. Typical symptoms of cystitis in cats are attmpting to urinate but being unable to and blood in the urine.Ted was inside when I arrived and gave me a fond greeting of a chirrup and a head nudge. He then proceeded out the catflap to survey his territory. I texted his dad to let him know he seemed well. I explained that I attempted a photo but his acknowledgement of me was brief. Ted's dad's response was jovial. He knew how independent Ted was.


Cats can vary enormously in their habits. It gives me great joy to see their personalities shine through. I always feel happy in the knowledge that they are well and their humans reassured with texts and pictures.


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