I am home from my vacation, as you can tell. A week away hanging out with my sister is exactly what I needed! And remember how Fred was so relieved that Ivy wasn’t pregnant because he was worried about having to be in charge when she gave birth? Well, while I was gone she went into heat and she remains there. He was very not thrilled about this turn of events, but still says he’d rather deal with a cat in heat than a cat in labor.
Thankfully she’s going for her spay TODAY, so the long nights of listening to her howwwwling are at an end.
When you have an unspayed cat, you’re always taking the chance that they’re going to go into heat. This isn’t the first cat we’ve had who went into heat, and I’m pretty sure she won’t be the last. On the rare occasion I’m able to get a mother cat spayed before she goes into heat, I always feel like I’ve won the lottery. (And I would happily have had her spayed sooner, but this is the earliest appointment I could get for her – the vet’s still playing post-holiday catchup, I think.)
We received this Honey Pot cave last month, and when we first got it Archie tried it out a few times. And then Alice gave it a try and decided it was hers.
Whoever it was that predicted Ivy would go into heat while I was out of town, please take your victory lap. She did, indeed, go into heat and she is, indeed, STILL in heat. She’s scheduled for her spay surgery on Monday, and it can’t come soon enough for me!
To answer the questions: Yes, the vet will spay a cat who is in heat. Someone once (I think it was when Canasta was in heat) tried to tell me that vets won’t spay a cat until she’s been out of heat for two months. Well, maybe some vets, but given that a cat will go into heat about every 2-3 weeks, I’m not sure how that would be accomplished. Luckily the vet we use has no such restrictions.
The permanent residents find Ivy’s behavior annoying and baffling. When she gets particularly loud, they’ll come see what’s going on (I suspect they think there’s food involved), look at her, and then walk away. Most of them have been through this before and are uninterested (they are, of course, all neutered.)
We have only seen one stray unneutered male – he came into our back yard the other day and again early this morning. Ivy can’t get into the back yard, and the stray couldn’t get into the house (the cat doors to the back yard are staying closed until Ivy is spayed.). The stray (who I believe belongs to the people across the street) wants nothing to do with us and couldn’t get out of the back yard fast enough when he saw Fred (Fred opened the gate to let him out – the cat fence will keep cats in the back yard, but doesn’t stop a cat from getting in.)
I have a white noise machine, and Ivy goes into the foster room at night, but since her room is right down a very short hallway from mine, when she does the very deep back-of-the-throat howls, I can hear her clearly. It’s going to be a long weekend, and we’re looking forward to Monday!
Former foster update! You remember Sylvie (formerly Nikki Nickel) and Minou/Minnie (formerly Ruthy Ruthenium) from just a few weeks ago. Joe says: “Butt [Buttonhead] is more than tolerant now. I wouldn’t call them friends yet but they are getting closer. the swats aren’t angry anymore and the kittens aren’t afraid either. They are respectful though. I’ve heard only one half hearted hiss this week. They love their mommy. (She just got home.) They have gelled into a pride and Sylvie (little one) played with Butt’s tail and Butt played with Sylvie. They slap fought playfully. Big changes this week. What we were hoping for.” (Thanks, Joe!)
Hooray, hooray, Maddy Magnesium – mama to the Elements kittens, who decided after she’d been with us for a couple of weeks that she was done with that whole “mothering” thing and so went to Michelle’s house – was adopted and went home today! She and FF kitty Walter were adopted together, and are already making themselves at home. Happy life, sweet girl!
Ivy (who is still in heat – she goes for her spay surgery tomorrow, yay!) doesn’t spend ALL her time howling at the top of her lungs. Sometimes she changes up tactics and rolls around looking adorable, and hopes that’ll charm her Mister Right into coming along. (Hasn’t worked yet; don’t tell her, but I don’t think it’s going to.)
Still in heat, still searching for a mancat who can help her out (poor Ivy – every male on this property is neutered and wants none of her nonsense. Talk about lookin’ for love in all the wrong places.) (Please ignore how badly that floor needs to be vacuumed.)
2021: Say hello to our new foster – this is Canasta (we are going with a card-game theme; the litter as a whole will be known as the Cardsharks.)
2020: “Trying to sleep here, lady.” Josephine’s not foolin’ around.
2019: How Well Have They Aged Thursday
2018: Out glaring in her field.
2017: Newt – who I suggested “might” become an inside cat 10 years ago – spends 99% of his time snoozing in one of the cat beds on my desk these days.
2016: No entry.
2015: It’s a smug smug smug smug smug smug life.
2014: By the time he gathered himself for a retaliation, Tricki was over it.
2013: Baleful (Baby) Beans, purring up a storm.
2012: The vacuum’s put away, so it’s safe.
2011: “There appears to be a Cindy FAR too close to me!”
2010: No entry.
2009: No entry.
2008: Even though I never did look ratty, and I hate her.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.