Life with Ink

It's been almost two months since we brought Ink home, and from the kinds of posts I've made here and the accompanying photos in the Flickr photoset, you'd think that life with him mostly consists of moments of unbearable cuteness, interspersed with the odd reality check of buying food and kitty litter.

In other words, something like this:

Ink in shadow

Things that I have had to do since we brought Ink home, that I never did before in our almost seven years of living in this apartment:
  • Cover my hand with a plastic bag so that I could reach down the bathroom drain to recover the drain cover that Ink'd pulled off (an almost daily ritual) and casually tossed down there.
  • Wedge a non-functioning desktop computer on top of that drain cover, between the sink and the shower stall, because it's the only thing heavy enough that Ink can't move it to scrabble further at the drain cover.
  • Pick up his toys after he's been put to bed.
  • Vacuum the living room, dining room and kitchen every other Sunday (we have someone come in to do a thorough cleaning of the entire apartment the rest of the time), not so much to clean up cat fur as to suck up the regular dust that accumulates in all the corners he loves to hide in.
Oh, all right, I love the little bugger.

Some friends have remarked that Ink is like our substitute child, to which I say that despite the above, he's a lot less work than a child because he's self-cleaning (excepting the weekly shower we subject him to), doesn't require any food preparation more sophisticated than pouring dry food out of a bag and doesn't talk back (although he occasionally sulks when he's been told off).

Having said that, we sinned grievously last week because we knew we were running low on cat food, but for one reason or another neither of us couldn't make it to the pet store --- and the next thing we knew it was 11 pm on a Wednesday, Ink was starving and the cat food bag was completely empty.

Oh, how he mewed.

Fortunately, we had a packet of wet food, some kitten formula Terz'd bought before, so that kept Ink going overnight, till Terz got new food the next day (all 20 lbs of it, so that we don't have to go to the pet store so often). But we felt very, very guilty, and when we got home the next night to find a stray cat outside our door (on the eleventh floor! How did it get up here?), it was time to atone for our sins.

Returning the karma

He was a skittery creature, but he came forward to get the food once we backed off. So he got fed, we left some water out for him too, and our karma equilibrium was restored.

Last Sunday, I was napping on the couch and Ink pounced on the cushion I was hugging. Once I got over the shock, he settled down on the cushion and went to sleep too. It was nice.


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At 5/10/2006 1:44 pm , Anonymous Anonymous said...

Weekly showers! Seems a bit too often. Cats don't need baths that often. We've only bathed Angel once even though she's with us for 9 months. The rest of the time, I wipe her down with a damp cloth.

You can get pet food and supplies delivered to your homes. Almost all petshops do that (subject to a minimum order). We use Sundream (Far East Shopping Centre) as it has a lower minimum order ($50) and its generic brand kitty litter is pretty cheap. Plus it does not sell live pets.

Do try to avoid feeding strays outside your flat lest the stray keeps returning and does more than eating!

At 5/10/2006 2:02 pm , Blogger tscd said...

Does Ink ever mark his territory inside your home?

At 5/11/2006 12:15 am , Anonymous Anonymous said...

Ink is really cute!!!

hope you don't mind my kaypohness...but pls feed strays downstairs?? the cat might come back again to your flat...

then the other grouchy humans living in the same block may complain about the cat walking up and down and being a nuisance in their eyes.

then the town councils would come and take the cat away. To cull if it's unsterilized.

At 5/11/2006 3:21 am , Anonymous Anonymous said...

I'll echo mrs budak- ask the pet shops to deliver your supplies. Your cat looks contented and well fed, cute.

At 5/11/2006 4:26 am , Blogger Tym said...

Any recommendations for places that do pet food/litter delivery? Terz and I are car-less and 20 lbs of food or litter is pretty damn heavy.

Oh, and the reason I felt I ought to feed the stray outside our apartment is partly to atone for not buying food for Ink, but more importantly because how did the little critter get all the way up to the 11th floor anyway? And if she was indeed catnapped and abandoned up here by some insensitive child, then the least I can do is feed her before sending her on her way.

We live on the 11th floor. I don't think any stray cats are going to find their way up to our place on a regular basis :)

At 5/11/2006 4:27 am , Blogger Tym said...

tscd > We seem to have succeeded at toilet training (Terz did it), so I don't think he's done the territory marking. At least, we're not smelling anything funky!

At 5/11/2006 8:36 pm , Blogger leah said...

i was going to say - you've always seemed like a cat person to me :) i remember going into a fit when i was checking out the AVA website and they had something about not allowing cats in hdb flats.. am i wrong?

At 5/12/2006 9:42 am , Blogger NARDAC said...

A long comment that's practically a post:

My cat was really fussy. It would stop eating dry food the moment it got stale, maybe a week after the packet was open, so I never bought more than 2 lbs at a time. I tried around ten different brands before he settled on the most expensive brand, made from organic meat with no by-products. What a princess!

I never washed him because he did a good job of it himself. Once I had to cut off some of the fur around his bum because he got crap stuck in it. Gross.

I named him after Eddie van Halen because of his fur and buggy eyes. When he was a kitten I tried to teach him how to walk on a leash and crap in the toilet. But, that never worked and in the end we just settled for him crapping on the neighbour's lawn and running up trees.

I made an art project in school around his stupid spazzy look. Just a picture of that face, printed on a transparency put over a lightbox with flashing Christmas lights. There was a button next to the box. When you pushed it Arnold Schwarzenegger's voice would say "Crush your enemies, see them driven before you, hear the lamentation of the women." I called it "what is best in life."

I left the Edster behind when I moved to France.

Ink looks cute.

At 5/13/2006 10:04 pm , Blogger Tym said...

TaLieSin > What double negative where?

leah > Shhhhh ...

Nardac > Thanks for the lovely post about your cat. Who does the Edster live with now?


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