Biggie...Biggie... Biggie

Since I got the pill pockets - a week+ ago? - we have a routine. Biggie hangs out and waits for me to get off the treadmill and then he scampers into the kitchen and sits on the kitchen counter waiting for his pill in a pill pocket. He gobbles it up and then goes on his merry way.

This morning, he was not around when I finished the treadmill. He did not come scampering when I got out his pills and pill pockets - this was highly unusual. So I got my coffee and went to look out on the terrace. There was a little gray bird on the railing and Biggie was on the other side of the chicken wire out on the ledge! Before I could put my coffee down to go get him, he came in through his door with the fucking bird in his mouth!!

On the up side that bird had a very quick death. I grabbed a bread bag and by the time I got back to Biggie he had dropped the bird and I was able to scoop it up and disappear it. Biggie then spent a good 10 minute sniffing around looking for the damn thing.

I'm now wondering if I should just take down the chicken wire. It's bound to be safer for him to have easier access to the ledge. If I can, I'll wait until my brother gets here and for a second opinion.

Biggie, Biggie, Biggie...

I did discover that the Seattle Humane Society (which is where I got Biggie) has a Home to Home service which looks interesting. Although, do I have enough issues to overcome without taking on a cat that is getting rejected from it's current home? So, yes, I am considering.

In other news, the cool is heavenly. The house is now back to normal after the big bake off. Even the sewing room/guest room is inhabitable. So grateful.

I have a couple of quick errands to run today and a baseball game to watch tonight and probably some Bosch binging in between.

The next Biggie Step

I just made an appointment with a cat behaviorist. Wednesday, 3 pm via zoom. With 3 follow up appointments either every week after or every other week after included. It's $450 but a little safer than adopting another cat. Her Yelp reviews are mostly glowing about her ability to fix litter box issues. So it might just be a complete waste of time and $450. Guess we'll find out!

The appointment making person was a very odd mix of sharp and scattered and way too chatty. But, beyond appointment making, I think we're done with her.

I'm waiting now for a package that she's sending via email - stuff to fill out about Biggie. And I was impressed that she requested photos and videos - "only if you have some, if you don't, that's fine". I kept my mouth shut because by that time in the phone call I had learned that she had a 500 to 1 word ratio... if I uttered one word, she went on for 500 and I was over the all ready.

I haven't told Biggie.

Before the appointment, Frank is coming over. We're going to the game on Tuesday night and he asked if he could come over an hour earlier and give Biggie "an hour of enrichment". Hell, yes!!

Things are looking up for me and for the world's costliest cat!

Biggie 2021

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