Back in mid-August, my partner and I moved in together. Part of us moving in included the promise that we'd get a cat (probably a week or two after we were settled in).
We officially took over the place on August 12 (a Tuesday). We planned to spend the first few days making sure the place was clean and ready for us, then we'd take Friday off to move stuff in our cars and Saturday we'd get the moving truck for the furniture.
Things worked out so that we moved in and 20 minutes after we were in, our new kitten arrived. He'd been a stray found on the side of the road in a tiny little town about 20 minutes north of us. He was fostered for two and a half days between his being found and his moving in with us. When we adopted him, he was about 4 months old.
It's an adventure living with a kitten. He gets into all kinds of trouble. The trouble I'm talking about is when he decided to tear up the felt lining the underside of our box spring. He was sleeping in and among the springs. I'm not a fan of that for safety's sake, but there was recently a story about a cat who accidentally got sold with a box spring. We're not going to be selling our bed any time soon, but I still didn't like the thought of this happening to my cat.
I won't bore you with too many details, but here's the summary:
We locked the kitten out of the bedroom and pulled the bed apart.
We took off the torn felt.
We stapled on one big piece of muslin, using a bunch of staples to make sure there's not a space for him to climb in.
We put the bed back together.
My best friend said her three cats just tore up muslin when they did this same technique under their bed.
So far, he hasn't torn a hole in the muslin. I'm really hoping he doesn't ever get around to tearing a hole. We've been scolding him (and squirting him with a water bottle) every time we hear him under the bed messing with the muslin.
And here's a close up of our little troublemaker. He tries to pull off the innocent look, but we know better.
We officially took over the place on August 12 (a Tuesday). We planned to spend the first few days making sure the place was clean and ready for us, then we'd take Friday off to move stuff in our cars and Saturday we'd get the moving truck for the furniture.
Things worked out so that we moved in and 20 minutes after we were in, our new kitten arrived. He'd been a stray found on the side of the road in a tiny little town about 20 minutes north of us. He was fostered for two and a half days between his being found and his moving in with us. When we adopted him, he was about 4 months old.
It's an adventure living with a kitten. He gets into all kinds of trouble. The trouble I'm talking about is when he decided to tear up the felt lining the underside of our box spring. He was sleeping in and among the springs. I'm not a fan of that for safety's sake, but there was recently a story about a cat who accidentally got sold with a box spring. We're not going to be selling our bed any time soon, but I still didn't like the thought of this happening to my cat.
I won't bore you with too many details, but here's the summary:
We locked the kitten out of the bedroom and pulled the bed apart.
We took off the torn felt.
We stapled on one big piece of muslin, using a bunch of staples to make sure there's not a space for him to climb in.
We put the bed back together.
The kitten walking on the old felt. 97% of the damage was kitten-caused. The last 3% was from when we pulled it off the box spring.
The piece of muslin we now have on the bottom of our box spring. It was a 72 x 90 inch piece.
My best friend said her three cats just tore up muslin when they did this same technique under their bed.
And here's a close up of our little troublemaker. He tries to pull off the innocent look, but we know better.
Fawkes MaxNaughty McBitey, age 9 months
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