The Pictures say it all...

At last...

At last I get a bit of time to catch up with my posts and at last Whiskey has started exploring.

She seems to love it outside. After several short walks to and from the mat in the picture, eventually she stayed out all night. The other day, it was all night and all daytime. She has started to be more vocal too. She is meowing to be let in and meowing for food. She even pushed her way past the dog the other day. Sniffer just gave her a quick stern look.

I am not sure that Sniffer likes Whiskey being in the garden though. She barked like mad when she couldn't reach Whiskey behind some bushes and behind a Wendy house... Perhaps, she thought that the cat was lost...?!



The Invisible Wall

Sniffer is away but the cat won't play. She is far too comfortable! Here she is in the fitted wardrobe 'hairing' my clothes. Must remember to keep that door shut.

Whiskey is spending most of the day lying on my bed. Morning and evening she spends a bit of time coming downstairs to eat. However, she stops at the invisible wall. She refuses to come into the kitchen. 
Time to move the food bowl me thinks!

Status Report 06/09/12

Sniffer and Whiskey are currently keeping their distance. However, now and again the cat decides to hide under the bed. This is ironic as the dog can reach and see Whiskey when she's there!

It's really frustrating when you can't get a good shot! This is Sniffer smelling the cat under the bed.

This is an interesting shot of Sniffer's back!

I am hoping to get the cat downstairs by putting her food there. She's scratched me a lot, a few times, while I have been taking her downstairs to make sure she eats. I've discovered that she loves exploring at night and gets everywhere. Does anyone know if cats are naturally nocturnal?

Surveillance Report 15

Operation Welsh Party: Take dog (Sniffer); leave cat (Whiskey) to be 'sat'

7.00am shower: Whiskey sat in quick food intake position. Sniffer kept way.
7.30am dress: Sniffer tracking Whiskey.
8am: Must leave. Cat under bed.
5pm: Cat visited. Food eaten. No sighting of Whiskey. Alert sounded. Hiding?
Next day: Cat visited. Food and water empty. Litter tray used. No sighting.
Final day: Investigation. Specialist nose brought in. Whiskey found.

Location: On top of the towel draws. 1.5 metres high.
Sitter's statement: She could have appeared to thank me for keeping her alive! Very ungrateful!

Day 12ish: Things that go bump in the night...

Sweet, huh? Cat sniffing dog; dog sniffing cat: making friends...

Unfortunately, this all changed after: The Sweets Incident.

Sniffer is called Sniffer for a reason. She sniffed out some sweets I am keeping for rewards at school: a whole bag of Skittles. She snatched them, then scooted under the bed to snaffle them. This was a sweet mission. Do you know what sweets do to children? Well it's the same for dogs. She was on high alert. No sleeping allowed.

Of course, this had to be the same night that the cat decided to have a wander around down stairs. Growing in confidence, she was going to try the great...well, downstairs.

While I was too exhausted to keep my eyes open, the dog sat up, sniffing the air and listening out for even the slightest sound.

About 3am Whiskey started her adventure. Creeping down the stairs, she was ready to explore. The dog stood to attention and started to bark at the door. Waking in the middle of the night, I just thought she needed to go out. She spent the next ten minutes with her nose to the floor checking every piece of ground Whiskey could have touched. If you have never heard a hound tracking, you need to experience it. It's something like putt, putt, putt, puuuuuttt or huh, huh, huh, huuuuhhhh. It's difficult to describe really. I dragged her back upstairs after letting her hunt for quarter of an hour.

The next morning, poor Whiskey was still in her hiding place behind the printer. Sniffer found her quickly and treated her kindly with a repeat of the scene in the picture above. 

I think the sugar rush had worn off.

Day 10: While the Mum's away...

Decided to have a long bath and leave the dog and cat to their own devices. I'm sure I could hear purring at first. I don't really know what happened but it sounded a bit like this:

Thump, dog's nails scamper across the floor, sharp meooooow and muffled scrambling noises. I found the cat hiding under the bed and behind a box again. Then later she was back at the window. 

I think if the cat runs Sniffer thinks it's a game: "I'll catch you; let's play." I don't think cats like playing with dogs...Oh well, I'll give the cat a break and keep the dog downstairs all day.