Playpen Fail! – Again

Cindy was so alone in that playpen. Some playpen! She wasn’t even playing. I mean, luckily she was not getting chased and beat up by my resident cats, but she was being examined from the outside in an annoying way, and she just stayed in that good ol’ carrier.

I didn’t know how to reach in and pet her. I’m too big to go fold myself in there and try to play with her. So I took her out, in her carrier. The thinking is, I can put her back in if I like. But I think tonight I will sleep next to her carrier as usual, in the living room.

Taking her out was rewarding. She came out of her carrier after a little while and she played and did some washing and looked comfortable. Even though I wasn’t able to pet her yesterday due to the playpen issue–cats like her are afraid of hands coming in to them and I didn’t want to do that–she remembered pets today and I got in tons! I got to scratch her cheek fur and use both hands, and at one point I had one hand on her belly and the other on her back. Belly touching is the preliminary to picking up!

She also played a whole bunch. I keep trying to get a video of this, but all I got was washing: Cindy Washing Intensely

(Note, there are speaker wires next to her, but the speakers are entirely unplugged. The green thing is a cat tunnel.)

Of course, I don’t want to be too positive. I am pretty angry at every other cat in the apartment. Even Kitty-Kitter, the stray I took in from down the road, ran at her and even when she was already in her carrier, swatted her. What is it about this small, shy cat that makes everyone want to bully her?

She came with her brother. Because she was with one partner cat for her entire early life, is that why other cats reject her? Or, as I have been thinking, does she just throw off fearful pheromones? I found the Pet Remedy to in the short run, not be incredibly helpful, and now I’ve misplaced it. Yes, perhaps I am not even organized enough to be a cat parent!

Tonight I had a vision of how friendly I could get Cindy to be. I could even get her used to being moved in her carrier, if I just move it into the playpen and back. But there are so many obstacles–five of them exact. Do the math. Five cats. Two rooms: four if you count kitchen and bath, but only one door between them.

Aside: what should I call the playpen now? The corral?

Cindy’s Playpen

I now have the Zampa playpen up and running for shy Cindy. Today was the first day. I zipped her carrier–a soft dog crate type–up and moved her into the playpen by opening the mesh top. It seems to be working well. She has her carrier to retreat to if other cats try to smack the outside of the playpen. She seems confident in it, meaning she used her litter box, drank water, and ate without cringing. She just had her scoop of dry food for the day (a little less than 1/4 cup) and she did lift her head and look around every few minutes. Constant vigilence! But really, overall, she seems to like the playpen setup.

Nonetheless, I need to figure out how to play or pet her while she’s in there. I was hoping I could crawl inside. Realistically, I’d have to remove her box and then squeeze in, terrifying her I’m sure, and she’d bolt out the screen door. If she bolted while I was squeezing in, which is entirely possible, I’d likely get some scratches.

The funniest thing is that it took closing up the playpen and vaccuuming the whole living room for me to be inspired to take the playpen back out of the closet and really set it up for its intended purpose.

Here’s the setup. Not too exciting as you can’t really see her beautiful slate-gray fur through all the mesh:

Here’s an incident that happened tonight. The only one so far. Pearl REALLY wanted to get in. Pearl Messes with Cindy’s Playpen Setup

Cat Playpen and Kitty-Kitter Update

I’m a failure because I’m such a mush. I don’t want to force Cindy into the cat playpen, so she hasn’t set foot in it today as far as I know. I tried to sort of tilt her carrier to make her run into the playpen, but with a foot or so of space between them, so she of course ran to the side of the playpen, then I felt bad for scaring her. I opened up both doors so that the cats can run through, if they want. Maybe that will make them feel more comfortable with it in the end.

Kitty-Kitter had my wonderful vet, Tori Weston, come to visit today. It was just to draw blood for her Felv/FIV test and give her a dewormer and exam. She appears to be around 8 years old. She is spayed, but is not microchipped. The vet and her tech both loved Kitty-Kitter. We get results in a few days because Dr. Weston sends the test out to IDEXX.

Wave has really been ramping up his meeping thing. What I mean by his meeping thing is that when he knows there is another cat in the house and he can’t get to her he goes meeep meeeeeeeep mmeeeeeeeeeeeep mmmeeeeeow!!!! near the location of the other cat. Sleep was at a minimum last night.

The Cat Playpen

I got my cat playpen today. Or dog playpen–pet playpen. This is one item in a string of items I’ve ordered to male multi-cat life more bearable here. The favored solution, owning my own house, is going to take a little more money and work.

I plan to use this for Cindy, but I don’t want to force her into it. She’s the most shy, so she didn’t go into it first–the most friendly did, in order of friendliness. Friendly is almost completely sinonymous with fearless.

Then I was disappointed that Cindy wasn’t in it already. Thus, I was the victim of a logical fallacy. I wanted her in one place at one time but wanted the cat to agree with me!

I put a carrier with the door open right in the middle of the playpen. Carriers are Cindy’s refuges and if she got an attack on the side wall of the playpen, she could retreat into the carrier. Well, Pearl went in and checked it out, then Noodle went in, and thinking it was the center of the universe and of course meant for her, settled down on the towel I had inside of the carrier and stayed there for quite some time.

Sorry for the clutter. Here’s Noodle in the carrier, barely visible:

Next, Iris, who can be pretty shy, entered the Center of The Universe and relaxed in there.

Wave, true to type, has not yet ventured into the playpen or the carrier.

Cindy just recently stepped in–I put a bowl with food in there. I still was reluctant to close the zipper on the door and scare her, so she came back out. So curious if she will want to go in overnight!

Kitty-Kitter update: she likes to play and wants to come out of the bathroom. She gets a vet visit tomorrow.