Sunday, July 18, 2010

"What Have You Done?"

My (and my sister's...and my mom's...) first reaction to spotting a letter addressed to me with this as a return address:




"What is the government sending me a letter for? What do they think I did? Oh, god, what did I do?!"

Next came:

"if they're accusing me of anything, they didn't have to be such douches about it, stamping 'have a nice day' on it."

Finally:

"Wait... 'personnel management'...? I don't work for the government, even peripherally, anymore? And even then I washed pots and restocked pipette tips..."

Turns out I was a reference for address confirmation for a friend.

Understanding Your Evil Mastermind (Cat)

Because I am in school for Vet Assistant/Tech I got to learn a bit about feline behavior (I'm starting on dogs this week) and felt this would be a good lesson to share with the world because nobody (even me until now) knows how to read and train your cat.


Because we all know our felid companions are, in fact, evil masterminds plotting to take over the world as soon as they learn to open cans of tuna without our help, it is especially important to get on your cat's good side. So here we are:

Feline Behavior 101

Cats are influenced at all times by both predator and prey instincts. They hunt and kill small critters (and take their heads off and leave them as gifts to be brought in by genius labradors) and at the same time are hunted and killed by other, larger predators. Thanks to this the first thing all cats care about is safety. It doesn't matter if there's a can of food open for them, if the cat doesn't feel safe it wont eat it.

Where does a cat feel safest? Up high, they're arborial. How can you help your kitty? Give it somewhere vertical it can go to escape all the scary stuff we have in our house.

Litter boxes are essential for all cat owners, even if their cat prefers to venture outside to relieve itself, having a backup box will keep your slippers from looking like a good place to hide their messes.

And, in all honesty, its great that cats so naturally take to relieving themselves in boxes like this. Cat's naturally want to bury their excrement (goes back to safety, they don't want to leave obvious signs of their presence) and particularly like using substrates as close to sand as possible (cat ancestors were from sandy areas) so clumping litter is often favored. Kittens, however, shouldn't be given clumping litter--they may eat it and block their intestines.


Charlie, my sister's Ragdoll-cross when he was only a few weeks old. He still has those eyes.

The litter box is also where a lot of "behavioral issues" come from too. Here are a few of the common reasons a cat isn't using a litter box:

1) The box is dirty--you don't want to use a dirty, full toilet, why would your cat?

2)Urinary tract infection-- "Urinating with a UTI feels like peeing spiked golf balls" and if the first painful urination happens in the box the cat doesn't think "urination hurts" it thinks "OMG something around/in/about the box is hurting me" and tries somewhere else, normally flat, cool surfaces (tile, counters, etc.) because those are "soothing".

3) Something scared them in the box -- maybe Fido stuck his head in the entrance to the covered cat box and trapped Fluffy inside. Maybe the dryer right next to it kicked on and scared the bejesus out of Kitty. Maybe some freak loud noise (cough*firework*cough) startled them. It doesn't matter. Something traumatic happened in the box and cats are good with associating
objects to fear.

4) Can't find the box -- most people put the box out of the way in some basement corner where they don't normally venture. Well, guess what, if you don't go there often, the cat doesn't either.

Just like cats can learn bad habits, you can teach them good habits as well. Positive (rewarding) conditioning is an excellent way to do so and just a bit of tuna can go a long way in making your life easier. Simply remembering to use a toy when playing with your new kitten instead of your fingers will also go a long way in keeping them from biting you when they're an adult. While
negative conditioning also works in animal training, it is very often performed incorrectly and in a way which doesn't actually teach the animal anything but that "lady is scary when she yells" but, as my teacher said: "Surprise is an excellent teacher" (when referring to her way of teaching the cats to stay off the kitchen counters--upside down mousetraps covered with newspapers).

Finally, cats need to scratch, and if you don't provide them with an appropriate post to do so your furniture will not survive. Cats need both horizontal and vertical surfaces and if they start using your sofa there are a few ways to stop it.

1) Put clear packing tape on the sofa--if their claws can't dig in, it isn't a satisfying scratching spot. The tape is only temporary until they learn the appropriate scratching spots.

2) put post in front of sofa--redirect the behavior, get them used the the post by feeding them at it too. They'll associate it with good things.

Final words of wisdom:
-When your cat is at a vet it is no longer your cat. It could potentially be out of its mind with fear and will not recognize you.
-Don't "shhh" your cat, it sounds like a hiss.
-You will never be able to out muscle a terrified cat.
-Never corner a scared cat or leave it with no escape route.
-Don't grab an escaping cat, it thinks you're going to eat it and will pull all tricks in the book to cause you harm.
-If bitten, freeze. If you try and pull back the cat will latch down.
-Purebred cats are more "dog-like" than "Mutt" cats.

My domestic medium haired (DMH) Calico/Tabby/Tortoiseshell/Kitchen Sink cat, Annie.

Friday, July 9, 2010

Me + Extensive Sunshine = Two Very Unmixy Things

It only took the ten minute drive home from school with the driver's side window rolled down to give me a sunburn. I knew I was pale, I didn't think I was that pale! It faded (luckily), but still...

We got to hose off the dogs at work yesterday too! It was in the 80's in the pen and horribly stuffy. I was just walking around misting dogs and they were looking at me like I was their savior. The good part of that is that the "usual suspects" for trouble making were too hot to start much.

Ok, time to get to school.



Tuesday, July 6, 2010

Schadenfreude

Proof that I am not a nice person:

Some guy who looked like a misplaced redneck was sitting, handcuffed, against a cop car on 90th by Fremont Ave and all I could think was: "did he get drunk and wave a shot gun around?"

There were 3 cop cars sitting there for one guy. Either he did something immensely stupid or it was an exceptionally slow morning at the North Precinct.

Vegas money's on door number two.

Monday, July 5, 2010

Huzzah for Days Off (School)!

I got an extra day to sleep in, thank you 4th of July! But I'm back to class and waking up with the sun tomorrow... I'm so excited...

Work wasn't too bad. Plenty of dogs left to watch out for, but like 20 went home today. I got to chill with the medium-sized (and occasional small) dogs today and aside from the psychotic Bassett hounds it was an easy day and included a sweetheart golden retriever puppy...



That's Kate, she's still a bit freaked out about everything...


That's Balou (and Addy), he's the strangest looking doodle ever.


Red Rover, I kid you not.


And Minnie the chessie who loved to just stare up at me.

Sunday, July 4, 2010

Puppy Cuddles with Ripley

Because everyone and their mom decided they wanted to drop their dog off to board at work for the fourth of July (on Elliot, just off of the water where they, oh, I don't know...set off a fireworks show) it took a ridiculously long time to get everything done and cleaned. As such, I didn't get my second 10 minute break until I was done with work and decided to spend it with Ripley, the 12 week old chocolate lab puppy. It made my whole day a lot better. :)


An Introduction.....

Well, as clichéd as it is, I probably need to start out this Blog with a quick introduction.

Hello, my name is Inigo Montoya, you killed my father, prepare to die.

No, somehow that is not right... Oh, I know!

Hello, I'm A Smith (one of the many) and I just recently returned to Washington's lovely Emerald City (Seattle to anyone who doesn't know city nicknames) from a small college town in the middle of wheat fields: Pullman, WA. I come from a Washingtonian "House Divided" with Huskies and Cougars living under the same roof (sometimes even at peace).

I have a bachelor's degree in Zoology and absolutely nothing that I can do for a career using said degree. Therefore I'm back in school (already) currently enrolled in a Veterinary Assistant program which can (and will) bleed into a Veterinary Technician program.

To pay for this I've sold a kidney and a lung on the black market and have promised my first born child to the government for loans. To pay for life I'm camping out in my parents' house and sharing a bathroom with my seventeen-year-old younger sister (most dangerous thing I've ever done) and have a full time job at a dog daycare center keeping an eye on the child-replacement-pets of the city's wealthy.

I'm an action movie buff, a bookworm with a taste for urban fantasy, an ex-theater dork (with an emphasis on improv and costuming), and attempting to somehow loose the weight I gained when I had no choice but to eat all the free junk food I could scrounge in college.

I'll be attempting to update this as often as I can so anyone out there can hear my complaints, moments of irony, and pictures I'll be attempting to collect at work and around town.