Most of the time, I feel like the best cat mom in the whole wide world. My babies are healthy and happy and well-adjusted. They’re super intelligent, alert, and interactive. They’re lovely girls, and everyone who meets them tells me how well-behaved and how beautiful they are. But just like every parent of every type of child, human or pet, sometimes I feel like the world’s WORST cat mom. Nobody is perfect, and I’m sure feeling this way is totally normal, but it still totally sucks.
Here’s a list of my five biggest fail moments as a cat mama.
I wrote about Freyja and her newfound love of olives very recently. While I was watching her roll around with an olive stuck on one claw, acting ridiculous, I couldn’t stop laughing and thinking about how ridiculous and cute cats are. I had no idea she was getting high! Olives are similar to catnip, except apparently they’re even trippier. I Googled it while she was going nuts, and felt instantly horrible for not knowing. I felt like a terrible cat mom! I know it’s not exactly bad for her, but I felt guilty I didn’t already know about the effect and was just laughing at her antics!
If you’ve read my articles before, you know that our little Lucipurr is living up to her name. She’s a feisty and headstrong little menace. Even the vet called her a "sturdy wee thing." She’s totally fearless and totally reckless. She’s recently been climbing and jumping on absolutely everything with no regards for her own safety.
While Freyja seems to have some understanding that the stove is not a thing for cats to stand on, Luci doesn’t care. I always try to keep her off the stove and shout "NO!" but nothing stops that determined kitten. One day, I was cooking and trying to keep her off the stove at the same time. I failed, and she landed one tiny paw on a hot burner. She let out a tremendous squeak of pain and I grabbed her up and raced her to the sink to run the paw under cold water. She was all right within a few minutes and didn’t even need a trip to the vet, but I still feel like an awful negligent cat mama.
Freyja is really young to have already had a urinary tract infection, but it happened. The vet suspects it wasn’t the arrival of Luci that brought it on, but some events got a bit out of our control. I’m sure Luci’s arrival didn’t help, even though they are loving sisters now. Right before Luci came home, part of our ceiling just … collapsed.
We decided to keep Freyja on one side of the house until it could be fixed. So we moved all the things up to our room, and it was just too much change for her, and she wound up with a UTI. I still feel guilty about it today and wonder if there was anything extra I could have done to help her stress levels.
When Freyja was still a tiny tiny tiny baby kitten, she tried to dart into a room as I was shutting the door — hard. It plays back in slow motion in my head, horrifically, as I slammed the door right onto her tiny head. I screamed and ran after her as she ran away crying. She hid under a chair shaking and mewling for so long and I cried on the floor trying to coax her out for what felt like forever.
I checked her out for injuries and she just seemed very sore but no broken bones, no cracked skull. Luckily my husband came home and was able to check her out as well. We didn’t need to take her to the vet — it sounded and looked worse than it was. I was an absolute mess! And to make it worse, the same exact door wound up thunking Luci on the head as well! She reacted much less dramatically, though. Google did not help in this situation, as all the results were about serious head trauma and death.
This actually happened this morning, and I decided to add it to the list, because it was awful! As mentioned, Luci is a bit of a wild child, and she has been pawing at our drawers for a while now. I let my cats on the countertops because they’re spoiled rotten, but we always watch them around the drawers.
Like many people, we keep the scissors in a kitchen drawer. We recently quit smoking and I was going for the scissors to cut open my nicotine patch for the day. I looked away while putting it on and heard tiny screaming squeaks from behind me! I spun around to find Luci with her little paw stuck in the drawer! I yanked the drawer back open and picked her up and inspected ÔÇô- totally fine, and she was scampering about the place within seconds. She gives me heart attacks constantly!
What about you? Are there any times your cats have made you feel like a bad cat guardian? Tell us about it in the comments!
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About the author: Hana lives in Belfast after moving from the U.S. of A. with her two spoiled kittens, two chubby rats, and one cheeky husband. Hana works in admin but occasionally goes on tour working for an Austrian death metal band. When she’s not putting up road-weary punk rockers and metallers, you can find her taking the cats around town in their stroller, whipping up new recipes, or playing way too many video games. She writes at Mommyish and Catster. Follow her on Twitter and Tumblr.