Rawz Dry Cat Food


As you may know, I tend to switch our cats’ dry food quite frequently. Part of the reason is that I don’t believe the conventional wisdom that changing their diet is a bad thing. I think variety is good. I also would like to get them off dry food completely but since Chris is stubborn and eats very little of the wet food I give him I need to have some dry food available. Since I don’t believe any dry food is good for cats, I have a hard time settling on a particular brand. That being said, I did find one that seems to be at the top of the list for quality dry foods.

A few weeks ago I was at our local natural pet food store and asked the clerk what she thought was the best quality dry cat food. She had two suggestions. The first I have forgotten but the second, and the one I decided to get, was a brand called Rawz. I decided to get it because it is less processed than most brands, it contains no rendered proteins, such as chicken meal, and because 100% of profits are donated to charity. I think the last one was a deciding factor.

I bought the chicken and turkey recipe for cats and all three of our boys seem to love it.

Rawz cat food

I still plan to buy other brands or other flavors of this brand so our cats won’t get bored with the same food but I think I have found something that I can keep coming back to.

I was not compensated in any way for this post.

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Photo Friday: Cats on Film


Back in January 2010, while I was still living in Myrtle Beach, I bought a film camera from a coworker who only used it for a college photography class. By that time I had long since given up my film cameras and was on my second digital SLR, which I got for Christmas a few weeks before and which I just replaced for my birthday last month.

This camera was called a Canon Rebel X and I bought it because I planned to sell it on Ebay for a decent profit. I also missed shooting film and thought it would be fun to buy a roll of film and test it. I practically grew up shooting film and I can understand why some people, even today, prefer it over digital. I am not one of those people but I can understand it.

Naturally, some of my test subjects were my cats. So sit back and relax while I wind the clock back eight and a half years.

Chris

Chris

Flash

Abbey

Tigger and Alex

Okay, we are back in 2018. How was the ride?

Dual Vet Visit Fail


Recently we needed to bring Frankie to the vet to get his rabies vaccination so we could get him registered with the county. We needed to do that because the place we are moving to requires it. We also needed to bring Floki in to get his nails clipped so we thought we could bring them both at once.

I inquired about the price and was told that an examination was required by the state and the cost would be well over a hundred dollars. I forgot the exact amount. I called the vet around the corner from them and they charged under $50 on Saturdays and Wednesdays, no examination needed. Hmmm. Anyway, we made an appointment at the rip off vet for Floki’s nail trimming that Saturday and decided that Rose would bring Floki to that appointment while I brought Frankie to the other vet for his shots.

I brought two carriers inside very early that day so they could get used to them being there. It was Floki I was concerned about but he seemed indifferent about the carriers.

Chris and Frankie were more interested.

When it came time to go we decided to get Floki first because he was the most likely to run and hide. We recently bought a top loading carrier because Floki is so difficult to get in the carrier. He struggles like nothing I have ever seen before. Rose grabbed him and I assisted in shoving him inside and zipping it shut. Except the Tasmanian Devil managed to twist his way out and he disappeared down the hall and under the bed. We had to call the vet and cancel the appointment. I told them the truth, as embarrassing as it was.

Frankie was much easier to deal with so Rose and I both brought him in for his shots. He seemed pretty comfortable in the vet’s office.

There was so much to explore.

After a short time, the vet came in, gave him his shot and license and we were home in no time.

Now we need to find a new vet close to our new home. I don’t mind though because I have never been too impressed with our usual vet, especially after what happened to Puck.

 

The Not-So-Great Escape


I was working at my computer the other day, which happens to be in our Florida room, when I noticed that Frankie was excited and interested in something just outside the window. I got up to see what he was looking at and there was the face of a gold cat just inches from Frankie’s face. My first thought was, “Wow, we have another stray in the neighborhood” but it was only a second later that I noticed that the “stray” was Chris.

I opened the door to let him in, of course, but was left wondering how he got out. I checked the catio door and it was shut and no screens were ripped. I then noticed that the back door out of the catio was open a crack. That door is only used when I take the trash out and it has a sliding latch that is difficult to engage sometimes. I guess I just didn’t lock it good enough.

I don’t know how long he was outside but I  glad he came back. I also think it is funny how he got Frankie’s attention to get back in the house.

We are Moving . . . Again


I think I inherited a nomadic gene. We are moving again and this will be my twenty-first home in my lifetime. Since 2007 it will be our seventh home and since adopting Chris late in 2009 it will be our sixth home. Chris is an old pro at moving but Frankie has only moved once and Floki has not yet gone through a move.

So far, everyone is fine. I think Frankie is actually enjoying the disruption.

Floki is also enjoying the moving boxes.

Chris is happy when I open a drawer to pack its contents.

Frankie is the most excited by the growing pile of boxes. Rose set a basket down temporarily until Frankie found it.

Now it is his favorite spot. We removed the uncomfortable pieces and now have it as a “crow’s nest” for Frankie to oversee the operation.

The reason we are moving is that we need a bigger place. We have been downsizing for several moves and now it is time to upsize. Unknown to me at the time, we bought a house that wasn’t prewashed and it has shrunk. It is no longer able to house all my wife’s clothes.

In addition to having more room, we are moving to a better location. My wife and I spend a lot of time at the beach, either at the beach itself or at one of the many great restaurants on the barrier islands. This home will put us closer to our favorite activities.

The bad news is that we are losing the catio. This will not be welcome news to the cats. Worse, the pet restrictions at the new place are more strict than here so taking Frankie for a walk and letting Chris out to eat grass could be difficult. We will try to figure out a way to add a catio to the new place but the side door is too close to the front so enclosing it will cause our driveway to be too small for two cars. Hopefully, we will figure something out.

 

Cats Are Jealous


I read somewhere about a year or so ago that cats don’t experience jealousy. I don’t remember the author but I do remember he had letters after his name so he was some kind of expert. I suppose if I was paying attention I would have noticed those letters to be “BS” because, even then, I knew he could not have possibly had cats. Cats can certainly be jealous. I know that because I live with Chris, who, if he was human, would be like the crazy ex-girlfriend who breaks into your house to go through your computer history (yes, that happened to me).

I know Chris is an extreme case but I see evidence of jealousy sometimes in our other cats. Floki, for example, will get mad at Chris if he is in the bedroom with Mom in the morning when Floki likes to get attention from her. If a new box is introduced, there can be fighting over who gets first dibs on getting inside. I don’t know if that is jealousy or its evil sibling, envy, but it’s so similar who’s counting.

Here is Chris while Frankie is on my lap. Can someone tell me that this is not jealousy?

Daddy Cat


Forget Cat Daddy. Chris is Daddy Cat. I don’t have any experience with real daddy cats but Chris is like a humanized version of what a good cat father would be. Someone who loves his kids and shows it often while also disciplining them when they break the rules. His rules.

Of course, Chris has never had kittens of his own but when we adopted Puck he seemed to take over the role of father figure. He loved Puck and Puck followed his rules like a good son and was often rewarded with love, affection, and a good tongue bath. I think Puck’s death really hurt Chris. For several days he seemed to wander aimlessly like he was looking for Puck and didn’t know what to do with himself.

Fortunately, Floki was here to fill the gap. We adopted Floki as a kitten, just like Puck, and Chris was right there to teach him the rules. His rules. Unfortunately for Chris, Floki was a bit of a problem Child and didn’t always follow the rules. Nevertheless, Chris still treated Floki like his son and a surprising thing happened recently. Floki started going to Chris for attention. This was an amazing development because Chris was always the one who sought out the other cats. It is a pleasure to see the bond that has developed between the two, especially when Floki comes to Chris and puts his head down so Chris can wash it.

Chris can also control Floki. This is something that Rose and I can’t do together. We have to bring him to the vet for nail trimmings because trying to hold him down for the task only leads to scratched arms and a cat under the bed. Chris, however, has no trouble holding Floki down. If only I could train Chris to do it at nail trimming time.

I sometimes think it was too bad that Chris was fixed when he was because he may have had some over-the-top kittens. especially if he could have hooked up with my sister-in-law’s cat, Holly.

Update: I forgot to mention Chris was washing Floki early this morning when Floki got up and bit Chris in the ear. Chris responded by putting his right paw on Floki’s head and pushing him down. He then resumed washing him while he held his head down.