"Sorry, Mario, your Princess is in another apartment." So here is the source of all the fuss and goodwill - Princess. We finally caught her, which means we can now get her to the vet. She doesn't look too bad in this photo but it's misleading. She's a VERY tiny cat to start with and little more than bones underneath the fur. She's clearly very sore and VERY hungry. She's been fed, given some water, and is now sitting by the door hoping to be let out.
Fat chance, skinny kitty.
So now to book the vet and get her taken care of, as well as dealing with the magic of teaching three kitties to get along. I suspect there shall be much hissing and growling this eve. ETA: She's growling at her own reflection in the mirror...
Sasha would just shut his eyes as his double coat never let him get wet -- my Darling Imperial Majesty -- and then hop up on my lap to meep Mom into letting him drink out of the squirt-bottle.
I say go for the Squirt bottle and you 'll still have something to mist your plants with!
Again,We all here hope that Princess is fine but if you need a few stories for more shekels; just let us know!
Right now I have my little Cat-House (giggle) perched on top of the wood-pile, where the neighbor's damned bulldog can't get at it; and I fill the bowl every evening with high protein kibble. They also get the dinner scraps and the bacon grease which I used to use for frying other things. I've just switched back to olive oil and butter, which the Outside Children of Bast also get.
As for Princess, just talk to her. She probably just wants to hear your voice or is on the deaf side and can't find you. Erik get's lost and I know that "mow". I just call to him and he's happy as a clam. -- and Erik is only 5.