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Choosing the Right Cat > Is my apartment too small for a cat?

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Purred: Mon Jun 10, '13 3:10pm PST 
Do you let your cat out? Mine is 323 sq ft, but no garden. How do you keep your cat happy? Toys, vertical space, are you at home a lot? Anything you say will be a big help.
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Choosing the Right Cat > Is my apartment too small for a cat?
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Purred: Fri Jun 7, '13 2:47pm PST 
Too small? or was that "small but ok for one cat"?
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Choosing the Right Cat > Is my apartment too small for a cat?

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Purred: Fri Jun 7, '13 12:01pm PST 
Using a converter - the apartment is 323 square ft. I doubt I'll have room for a cat tree. I'm not even sure how many shelves I can fit in there, although maybe if I play with the height I can use the lower ones for books and stuff and the higher ones for the cat. What kind of toys would you recommend for such a small place? I plan on getting a little pot to grow grass in, and one of those birdie toys, and maybe a catnip mouse, but do you have another idea? I've seen people suggest hiding their food in different places so they can hunt while I'm out, but I think it'll probably just make a mess.
Also, regarding the litter - I plan on scooping it once a day, but do you think washing it and completely changing the litter once a week will be enough to prevent the smell?
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Choosing the Right Cat > Is my apartment too small for a cat?

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Purred: Fri Jun 7, '13 7:54am PST 
I apologize in advance if this is the wrong forum - it seemed like the best place to post it.
I'm moving into a single apartment at the end of the month - I've had enough of roommates. But because of my limited budget, the apartment is tiny. It's enough for me, but it's only 30 square meters - one room with a tiny kitchen and bathroom. I've wanted to adopt a cat for a long time, and now I finally can - my apartment allows pets, even though because of that it costs a little more than other apartments of the same size I visited, and it's a price I'll pay gladly.
But here's the thing - the apartment is very very small, and has no garden, and while I plan to add vertical space using shelves, and attach a shelve to the large window, I can't help but wonder if despite of that, it will be cruel to raise a cat in it. I know that logically, it's still better than living in a cage or being euthanized, but I don't want my prospective cat to suffer.
I plan on taking an older cat, not a kitten, and choose one that has more of a mellow character; I also thought of trying to see if she will get used to a harness and then maybe I can take her outside once or twice a day. But I will probably be gone most of the day because of work, and I'm worried the cat will get bored and unhappy very quickly (at first I thought of taking two so they'll keep each other company but that's out of the question).
Bottom line is - I really really want a cat, but I don't want to be selfish and get one if it's going to suffer. What do you guys think?
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Saying Goodbye: Memorials & Support > Goodbye to my one true love

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Purred: Sat Sep 29, '12 12:02am PST 
It was a beautiful love story, for all my family - we wouldn't have given her up for anything, and grief is a small price to pay for all the good times we had with her, I know that. I'm just not sure if I could go through that again. They do understand - we were known around the neighborhood as the crazy cat family, even though we only had one cat, because we spoiled her so much. When we went abroad for two weeks last year, our neighbors, who were babysitting her, would text us twice a day how she's doing, because they knew we worried. My grandmother once said that in her next life time, she wanted to be born as our cat laugh out loud My father doesn't even really like cats - as a child he always had dogs, and we only got a cat because we vetoed a dog - but he was completely infatuated with her too. So I'm around people who understand, and who are going through the same thing, at least.
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Saying Goodbye: Memorials & Support > Goodbye to my one true love
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Purred: Fri Sep 28, '12 12:16pm PST 
Thank you for your kind words and for directing me to your post. It really helped, and I'm sorry for your own loss, too.
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Saying Goodbye: Memorials & Support > Goodbye to my one true love

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Purred: Fri Sep 28, '12 9:58am PST 
My cat died two weeks ago, at the age of 14 and a half.
This is the first post I'm making here, even though I've been a fan of the site in a long while. Maybe it’s weird to make the first post when I don’t have a cat anymore, I don’t know. Maybe it’s part of a grieving process. Maybe it’s because I love her so much I feel like there’s a hole in my life, now that she’s gone, and I need to tell someone about her. I know everyone thinks that about their cat, but she really was special and one of a kind.

When we got her, she was a month and a half old, but we knew her practically from the moment she was born. The mother belonged to a family in our neighborhood, and me and my sister (I was in fifth grade and she was in the third) would go there every day to see her until she was old enough to come home. It was love at first sight, for us and for her. From the first night, she slept with us in our bed, and followed us around asking to be petted and carried. I never knew another cat who liked to be held like that, but she thought she was a human baby, until her last days. She was so affectionate. Every day when we’d come back from school, or my parents from work, she’d come and greet us. If one of us was sick, she’d follow that person around the house, even to the bathroom, and sit on them and purr whenever they stopped, until they got better. She’d sit with us at the table at every meal – get up on one of the chairs, her head just peeking, and stay like that until we finished dinner. If we were watching TV, she’d join us, on one of our laps (in fact, she got so used to us watching the news on 9 pm every day that if we weren’t on the couch at 9 she’d sit there and complain until someone came, because that was her evening cuddling time and she was a creature of habit, especially when she got older). Everywhere we’d go, she’d follow – if my parents were working in the garden, she’d come to personally check every plant they planted, if we were hanging up laundry, she’d come sit by and watch. She’d sit on our books and board games and newspaper and keyboard. She even tried to sit on our hands when we were using the computer’s mouse. She always wanted to be part of everything. If we went away, even if it was only for two-three days, we’d pay someone to come and play with her, not just feed her, because she hated being alone. She always got agitated when she saw suitcases, because she knew we were leaving her. When I left for uni she was so angry at me when I came back that I started calling home on skype – I’m not kidding, I swear – just so she would hear my voice and see my face and realize I haven’t abandoned her. She would always rub her face against the screen.

She was always rather spoiled and we were doting and as a result we took her to the vet a lot, but she wasn’t sick very often. When she was a baby she had asthma attacks but they passed when she got older. She was allergic to all kind of anti-flee stuff, including the collars – the one time we tried she started frothing at the mouth and scared us to death. She threw up hairballs all the time even though we brushed her 2-3 times a day (always on the rug beside my bed, so I’d step in it first thing in the morning). She never had a large appetite and was very picky – at her heaviest she weighted 2 kg. We bought her the horribly expensive gourmet pet food but what she loved most was corn and hummus, she’d go crazy over them, and also pastrami (the real, expensive deli stuff, obviously). This past year she’s been getting a little less healthy – slept a lot more, was pickier with her food, took care of herself less – but we thought it was part of getting old. We took her to the vet a few times, and he changed her food, cleaned her teeth, but generally he agreed. Then two months ago it got obvious something was wrong. She’ stop eating, and we’d take her to the vet, and he’d give her an in infusion and diagnose something, and she’d get better, and in a week we would be at the vet again. Each time he diagnosed something else – a general infection, diabetes, a problem with her kidneys, a urinary tract infection, an infection in her teeth. The last week she wouldn’t eat at all, even her favourites, and wouldn’t get out from underneath my sister’s bed. She even peed there. So we took her to the vet again on Wednesday. He felt around her stomach for ten minutes before he decided she had a tumor. He said we had three choices – let her live like this until she dies naturally, put her to sleep, or open her to see if he could do anything, though he wasn’t hopeful. We decided on the surgery. In the end, when he opened her, there wasn’t much he could do. It turned out she had a chronic condition, a thickening of the walls of her intestine, which thickened over the years until no food could go through. She probably had it since she was born, which was why she ate so little, but it only got really bad these past two months.

I’m comforted by the fact that she was suffering, and she isn’t anymore, and by the fact that we gave her the best home we could, while she was with us, but it doesn’t make losing her any easier. She was so much a part of me and my life that everything reminds me of her. When I hang up laundry, I keep waiting for her to show up. I wake up in the middle of the night because I’m used to her 3 AM cuddle bootie calls. I still look around before I vacuum, because the noise used to scare her. My clothes still have cat hair on them. There’s still the squashed up spot among the tea herbs where she liked to sleep. And every time I see something white out of the corner of my eye, I turn around, expecting it to be her, and then I remember. And I wonder if it will ever get any easier.
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