Oh kitty kitty.

So Craig's brother and sis-in-law recently moved to Europe. Apparantly there is a 6 month quarantine process before their cat can join them. This is where we come in. We agreed to cat-sit for this period of time. (Sigh) While being a foster parent to a cat does have priviliges (I'm sure that there are some...we'll discover them someday), it also has its issues. I grew up in a home where we never had indoor pets. Actually we did. Once. For about an hour. The first time one of our little farm kitties claimed the living room carpet as its litterbox it was sentenced to a life of outdoor survival, without the opportunity to appeal. Anyway, being a first time house pet foster aunt has spiked a few problems.
**First, I didn't realize that cats puke so much. Maybe Isaac is just an exceptionally pukey cat (not his finest attribute). Before he pukes he make this really strange yowl that sounds nothing like a sound that should come from a cat. After he pukes he feels a need to cuddle with me. I don't care much for cuddling with a cat under these conditions. I should have asked a few more questions when spot carpet cleaner came with the cat.
**Second, I didn't know that you pretty much have to be a member of the secert service to buy prescription cat food. Actually, I didn't know that they MADE prescription cat food. There is a market for underground prescription cat food smuggling if anyone is looking for a career change.
**Third, Isaac taught me that a cat/human relationship is very one sided. The only way that I can peak his interest at a random moment is by offering treats, which smell horrible and have not been ruled out to contribute to problem #1.
**Fourth (and final), the litterbox. Now THAT is what should be quarantined!
All in all, though, we are having a great time with this little guy, and will probably be a little sad when April comes around...or else we'll be at the pet shop.