I always have anxiety about leaving the cats when we go away. If it was just a house full of Quincy-like beasties, I'd be fine. But we have two senior citizens, one of whom is on thyroid meds twice a day, and the other on Prednisone every other day for IBS. (read: if he does not get his prednisone, he cannot poop).
In my previous post, I mention the exciting mini-working-vacation that Narda and I get to take together in February. We're very excited, despite having to work during that time.
Well, I just heard from our regular cat sitter that she'll be out of town. ACK! I am asking two of my workstudies that I trust, one of whom has sat for them before, but she's a busy RA now, so it might not work. I'm hoping that the other one might want to stay in an apartment with adult amenities, instead of a dorm room.
I might be able to get a neighbor to do it, but I'm terribly nervous and anxious about it all. Each new cat sitter carries MUCH anxiety. Quincy is EASY, but Juno needs her meds mixed in her food "just so" or she won't eat it. Cougie needs his prednisone given to him by opening his mouth and basically throwing it down his throat, as he WILL NOT eat any medicine in his food. Training somone on the proper "pill distribution technique" is anxiety provoking in and of itself...
Does anyone want to come stay in a nice NYC apartment from Feb. 7-13?