Pet Health

Our cat, Stella, likes to go outside at night. We try to call her back before we go to bed. Sometimes she comes, sometimes she doesn’t. My question is – how cold is too cold for me to give up and go to bed?

Last year, at our family Thanksgiving feast, I brought my dog with me (it was OK with my mom) hoping that she would be a distraction from the temptation to talk (well really argue) about politics. But when I offered Lola a little pumpkin ravioli canapé thing as a treat, my sister freaked out that I was feeding her human food and so we basically argued about that instead.

I recently went to visit my mother who was sick with a seasonal cold. During a coughing fit, she reached for her cough drops and accidentally spilled the package. Her Bichon Frise, Lucy, a loyal companion and excellent sick nurse to my mom, jumped at the chance for some scattered treats, but I was able to snatch them up before she could.

Sweet Sierra is one in a litter of five black kittens. She and her siblings were born in a barn at the end of August. They have been socialized well with dogs, chickens, cows and grandchildren! Just like a typical kitten, Sierra loves play-time and toys of all kinds. Sierra herself is the chattiest of the bunch and always has a lot to say.

I woke up this morning to pee all over my kitchen counter. I know that my cat, Shadow, is the guilty party, as he is the only cat in the house. He was neutered when he was 5 months old, and he’s two now, so I didn’t think spraying would still be an issue. Why would he be doing this?

Rosemary is about two years old, a very loving and talkative cat. No secret is safe with her and nothing gets past her, either. She loves rolling around and squawking and will do anything for belly rubs.

I was on the internet a couple of weeks ago looking for advice about what to feed my cat Leo, who is sort of old and doesn’t have much appetite. I ran across one site that recommended a little bit of onion powder sprinkled in his food and a number of people had commented that it worked for their cats. So I tried it, and it did seem to perk up Leo’s appetite a bit.

Ollie was found outside, lost and all by himself. A nice lady brought in from the cold and agreed to foster him to make sure he gets a warm, snuggly home. She says he is a sweet gentleman, who, once he warms up to you, is always in the mood for cuddling. He is quiet and calm, about a year and half old, with that gorgeous smoky grey coloring.