Tuesday, November 3, 2015

11/03/2015: Cappuccino forced off of the couch

I have a very short report for you today.  Not much has been going on.  Cappuccino (my mother's dog - see previous posts here and here if you haven't read about her yet) has been very reluctant to eat or drink, but we think she's okay.  She's not starving or dehydrating.

Clinchfield has continued to be very interested in everything Cappuccino does, especially when we take her out.  He's been hanging around the door, and once yesterday he nearly darted out.  I screamed, "NO!" and half stepped on him in my (successful) attempt to keep him inside.  I'm hoping that will stop him from trying again.

I left Cappuccino on my couch to come into my studio, and after a while Steve called me back in there so he could Air Drop a video to my phone from his.  It seems that Clinchfield was batting at Cappuccino, and Steve got the tail end of it:

video


Clinch isn't being aggressive at all, but Cappuccino is having none of it, the poor dear.

Sunday, November 1, 2015

11/01/2015: Living Room Water

A few days ago I told you about Cappuccino's problem with drinking water on her own along with her difficulties with eating.  Here's a picture of Steve holding the bowl of water out for her:


Sometimes she needs to be on a lap before she'll finally drink, but this time we got lucky.  Do you see who's lurking there in the background next to the toy basket?

Clinchfield is very interested in everything the dog does, so Steve sometimes plays with him while watering Cappuccino so he won't interfere:


We have a leather string that is really supposed to be Fe's, but Clinch loves it, too.  He drags it around sometimes, and Fe trails along after.  I'll try to get better pictures of that for you.  In the above picture, Steve is moving the string around to distract Clinch from the oh-so-interesting drinking going on.

When we're not actively trying to get Cappuccino to drink, we leave the bowl on the floor.  Everyone likes to partake in the "living room water."  I don't know if it's because living room water tastes better or if they're just all too lazy to drag their feline butts to the kitchen.

Since this is Clinch's first experience with living room water, he is the most intrigued.

He drinks:


He sticks his right paw in:


He sticks his left paw in:


And he lays there just looking at the bowl, poised to attack it once again:


Most of the time after he dips his paw in the water he'll lick it off.  Sometimes, though, he just twitches his paw a few times, flinging droplets far and wide.  I've even felt drops while sitting on the couch a few feet away.

Update:  Steve just wrote a comment on this post: "So you're saying... he sticks his right paw in, he takes his right paw out, he sticks his left paw in, then he shakes it all about?"  I audibly groaned then said, "We should rename him to "Hokey Pokey."  Steve disagreed.

I hope he doesn't wander around looking for the bowl once Cappuccino goes home!