Service Cats: Harness or Vest, Leash or Stroller

Well, it’s Service Cat Monday and time fur another infurmational, educational posty. We’ve answered most of da trainin’ questions ya’ll have asked. We’re goin’ to address da last one we received by e-mail today. ‘Bout a week ago mommy was talkin’ with one of our awnties who was askin’ ‘bout Raena and how her trainin’ was comin’ along. She expressed her “glee” in hearin’ ‘bout Raena’s drivin’ abilities. Now some of ya’ are fairly new to our bloggy and don’t have a clue why she would be “gleeful”. After all, our Service Cat posts have been very serious. Sure, me slipped a teensy bit of humor in each posty, but fur da most pawrt they were all serious business. Now, me specifically chose da word “glee” to describe her feelings cuz it means, open delight or purrleasure. She recalled to mommy some of da funny postys ‘bout me’s trainin’ sessions. And she asked mommy ifin she thought Raena would be more or less comical than me.

 Dezi laying in wheelchair

Of course, mommy can’t really answer dat question, cuz each kitty is different; and even usin’ da same trainin’ methods, each kitty will respawnd differently. Anyways, me got to meowin’ with mommy ‘bout this and ifin we don’t get anymore questions, then we thought it would be good to post a few of mes old trainin’ stories so you’ll know what kind of fun we’re in fur here at casa High. While trainin’ is serious business, there is fun to be had. Mommy says you have to remember to keep kitty innerested, and dat means ya’ can’t always be serious. Anyways, let’s get on with today’s posty. As with all our educational posts da following will be in human English. And ifin you’ve missed any posts in this series, purrlease click on da links at da bottom of this post.

 Dezi in harness

So this week we received an email that asked about Service Animal “Vests” and our ability to perform our tasks from inside a stroller. This reader also asked why, if we’re harness and leashed trained, would we need the stroller? Let’s first talk about the “Vests/Harness”.

 Raena in her harness

The Service Animal Vest can be purchased from many different places, including those agencies that certify/register Service Animals. (While researching for this post we found Service Animal Vests at several places including Walmart, and ranging in price from $8.00 to $150.00.)  All of these agencies, including the reputable ones, charge a fee for registration. Sometimes those fees do include a Vest, but most often Vests are available to purchase for an additional charge. But remember, certification/registration is not required by law and is totally voluntary. Another thing to remember is that only dogs trained for a few specific tasks are even recognized by the ADA as Service Animals. Many years ago when all species could be recognized, sis Lexi was certified/registered and had a Vest. Neither the Registration or Vest made her any more of a Service Cat than me without them. And it didn’t stop people from asking what she did and how. The Service Animal Vest is merely an early visual signal to those around that an animal is trained to perform some life saving task for their handler and that you shouldn’t do anything to distract that animal. There are also decals, cards, stickers and other items one can purchase to display as well. 

 Raena in stroller looking out the back

Now, why a stroller instead of us kitties walkin’ alongside mommy on our leashes? First we’ll say that mommy is so grateful that she has us and can have us accompany her wherever she goes. Altho’ mommy thinks some people scream “allergies” and don’t really have them, she respects others’ rights. And as much as mommy loves us, she doesn’t want to eat our fur, or anybody else’s for that matter. No matter how comfortable an animal may be in public, we are going to shed and our furs are going to float about until they land on something. And altho’ we are fairly large kitties, we are still much smaller than most rushing peeps, store buggies, etc.. Inside the stroller we are safe from handsy small peeps, careless phone chatting shoppers, diseases and filth on floors and parking lots that we could spread to mommy or each other and disease carrying insects and other animals. The stroller allows mommy to get her business done without having to worry about our safety. While out in the public, mommy doesn’t need a massage or to be helped out of the shower. She doesn’t need us to answer the phone or bring it to her. The thing mommy needs from us in public is to alert her before a Syncope incident.

 Dezi looks out back of stroller

Now, we want to make certain everybody understands what Syncope is. Mommy does not have seizures. The definition of Syncope is: A sudden loss of consciousness. Mommy hates for this to happen in public and does everything she can to avoid it. But the possibility always exists, so having us with her makes a world of difference. Being in the stroller allows us to be near mommy, while keeping our furs away from those who might find a kittys presence offensive. The material that makes up the stroller allows us to still see and smell any changes in mommys body chemistry and her to be able to see and hear us alerting her. There’s no big obtrusive scene being played out to draw attention to us. Most people don’t even notice our presence unless we’re standing in line or waiting for someone or something. Most people who truly have need of a Service Animal aren’t trying to draw attention to themselves or the animal. The stroller is very convenient for us, but it also allows us to respect the rights of others.

 Raena in stroller

Well, we do hope this has cleared up any confusion about “Vests” and “Strollers”. We are in no way knocking the Service Animal Vest, but they’re not required by law. And because there’s no uniform code or governing body over these agencies, they don’t always guarantee the animal wearing them is actually a properly trained Service Animal.

 Dezi laying in cat tree in new harness

Lessen we get anymore questions ‘tween now and next week, our next Service Animal Monday post will be a look back on some of mes comical wheelchair training. We’re getting ready fur Raenas training soon. Mommy’s already started cutting up some foam bumper pads in purr-purration. It is stormin’ here and our comments on WordPress hosted blogs are still goin’ to ya’ll’s spam folders. We would ask dat you purrlease check your spam folders fur us and approve our purrevious comments. There’s a couple blogs dat have done so and our comments are now showin’ up again on their posts. Mommy, Raena and me would like to remind all Americans to purrlease go out and VOTE tomorrow. We know a lot of you voted early, but fur those dat haven’t, tomorrow’s da day. We’re purrayin’ fur our Country, may Freedom continue to reign. God Bless America!!!

 

 

Till da next time…………………………………….Be Blest!!!

 

 

Luv and Hugs and Kitty Kisses

 

 

Deztinee and RaenaBelle

 

 

Service Cat Mondays 

What to Look For          Training Foundation         

Train Kitty to Massage          Smelling Disease          Do You Need One

Who Bears the Cost          Housing Laws & Exceptions  

Accommodations & Common Sense         

What Happens When Handler Dies          Proper Training Methods Pt. 1 & Pt. 2

The Easiest Task to Train          Getting Kitty Ready for an Outing

Discipline: Stop Countersurfing Kitty          Internal Disputes

Calling Emergency Help          Just What is Kitty Capable Of

Shad: Original Service Cat         

Service Cats: The Life and Heart of Shad

Meowllo and welcome to another Service Cat Monday. We can’t talk ‘bout Service Cats or trainin’ without ‘memberin’ and refurrencin’ mommy’s original Service Cat, Shad. Shads’ life was cut short cuz of disease at 5 years old, and mommy blames herself cuz of da choices she made and da life Shad had to live. But in her short life, she knew true luv. Mommy adored her and did da bestest she could by her with da knowledge she had then. A lot has changed since then and peeps know a lot more today than back then. Unfurtunately feline medicine is still lacking, so purrlease support studies on feline health issues by donating or sharing da infurmation so others can. Okay, me took a little detour there, but feline health is a real passion fur us. Anyways, after our last Service Cats posty we got an email dat asked just what kind of tough life things mommy and Shad had been through together. So we asked ifin anypawdy else was innerested in learnin’ da backstory dat made Shad teach herself to help mommy, and several of you said yes. So mommy’s gonna take you back to another time, another life, one where she was young, stupid and “livin’ it up”. Purrlease ‘member, everypawdy makes mistakes, and don’t feel poorly towards our mommy. Ifin you’ve missed any of da postys in this series, click on da links at da end of this post. 

 Dezi laying in cat tree in new harness

Thank you baby. It really was a different time and I was a totally different person back then. I got Shad when she was 6 weeks old and a little ball of fluff. Our first year together was pretty normal and uneventful. By her second year, things would start to change, and not for the better. I apologize, but due to the life we lived, there are very few photos of Shad, and the ones we have aren’t very good.

 

 

Being the old fashioned Southern Belle I am, we picked up and moved to Georgia following a man. Said man was no good for nothin’, but I thought I was in love. And certainly passed my “married by” due date. I know a lot of you don’t understand that, but the older crowd will get it. Anyways, there we were in Georgia, and the man we were there for took a job in Florida. Needing to pay bills and eat, I took a bartending job in a local bar. I worked a few hours 3 to 4 times a week. The rest of my hours were spent playing with and spending time with Shad. I didn’t know anyone and we only saw the man when he came back to Georgia one weekend a month. By the second month, the “love” had worn off and I knew we’d made a mistake; but now we had no money to move.

SHAD, Mommy's Original Service Cat
Shad, Mommy’s Original Service Cat

When the man showed up and I tried to break up with him, he wasn’t at all happy. I knew he was pretty much an alcoholic, but what I didn’t know is that he had started taking drugs too. His response to my break up was to try to kill me. When the attack started I screamed for Shad to run and hide. I just wanted her to be okay and then I tried to get to the door to yell for neighbors. The man kept blocking the door and finally pushed a hutch over on me. I saw a quick flash of fur and then heard him screaming. Shad had jumped on his back and was biting his neck. I was able to get to the door and get the neighbors attention to call the police. By this time Shad had let go of the man and gone back into hiding.

 

 

Unfortunately the police didn’t arrest the man, but instead dropped him off at a motel in town. It was the weekend, and being a bartender, naturally I had to work that night. Before leaving I packed up Shad inside our small kitty carrier and took her with me. She laid in the carrier on the end of the bar while I worked. When we returned home a couple of hours later the man had broken in and stole my clothes, cut up my bed, put a hammer in the microwave and obviously had tried to find Shad. Thankfully she wasn’t there. But I knew we had to leave, I couldn’t take her to work with me every night. My boss had been understanding that night, but wasn’t likely to repeat it. A lady that had been a regular at the bar I worked at let us come and stay with her briefly till I could get some clothes and fix the tires that had been slashed on our car. We were together but in a room about the size of our car. I didn’t know it yet, but that was preparation for the months to come.

 

 

We left there and went to stay with my mothers’ second husbands’ aunt. She had an exotic zoo of sorts and needed some help with all the animals, and Shad and I needed a place to stay. Atlanta, here we come. We stayed there a few months confined to a small bedroom together once again. Shad wasn’t allowed to roam the house because of the other animals that belonged to the “aunty”. During this time Shad and I grew even closer. We were all each other had. And strangely enough, we were getting used to living in small spaces. And then the day came when we had to leave there.

 

 

Shad laying on the bed with Cameron the pig

Shad on our bed in Georgia

with a pot bellied pig I raised.

And yes, the pig shared our room.

We packed up our car and headed out. I had always wanted to be a singer, so off to Nashville we went. We had enough money for a couple of nights in a motel and I had hopes of finding a bartending job or singing gig immediately so that I could continue to make money to support us. Well, almost everybody in Nashville wants to be a star, so without the right connections, money, or just that “right place, right time”, you become another of many. I put in applications everywhere. We didn’t have much money so when Shad ran out of food, we started eating at White Castle. Back then you could get 2 burgers for a dollar. I would give Shad the meat and and I ate the buns. For anybody who doesn’t know about White Castle, there burgers are the size of biscuits. And for those familiar with them, yes, I scraped off all the onions.

 

 

Anyways, there was a dive bar next to the motel we stayed in our first night there. The owner didn’t think he had enough business to actually hire a bartender, but he would let me work for tips alone and let Shad stay in the office while I worked. By now we either made enough money for a night in a motel or we slept and lived in our car. Sometimes I would sit in with a house band or enter a karaoke contest and make a little extra money, but not often. Most of the customers at the dive bar were transient workers and staying in motels themselves. There was a nice couple who would come in everyday and the wife talked the bar owner into letting her use the bars kitchen to prepare home cooked meals for all these men away from families and home.

 

 

Thankfully she invited Shad and I to eat as well. So for breakfast Shad would have White Castle burgers and for dinner she got some of whatever meat the nice lady made; they had a small dog back in their motel room and understood my attachment to Shad. Those men also ended up being really nice to us and on weekends when they went home, they would give us a key to their rooms so we could have a bed to sleep in from Friday night to Sunday morning. Their company paid for the rooms by the month, so the guys could leave their things when they did get to go home. Finally, I got a job at Opryland during days and at a nice motel bar at night. We just knew things were going to start looking up. Snow was everywhere and I knew Shad was growing tired of White Castle; so I was really glad that soon we could move back into a motel and then maybe an apartment and we could buy decent cat food again.

 

 

And then I got news that my mother had some health issues and needed help. I quit my jobs and headed back to Texas to help her out. Once there I got a job and did what I could. By now, Shad and I had been so close for so long that she suffered from severe separation anxiety and would sit at the door and cry for me the whole time I was gone. My mother, whose health had gotten better, told me that Shad and I could live with her if I went back to college and got a degree; so that’s what I did. I quit my job and registered for college. It would also allow me more time to spend with Shad, who by this time had developed some additional quirks. If you think cats don’t understand, you’re wrong. Obviously being poor and living in our car had made an impression on Shad. She became a thief. Anytime there was money left on a table or dresser, Shad would take it and hide it. Anyways, before the first semester started my mother left the state with her job and left me with an apartment, bills and no job. Thankfully I was able to get a job fairly quickly, that worked around my school schedule. Once again, Shad and I were completely alone and relying on each other to make it. We were pretty much inseparable by this point. I kind of believed Shad was the only one I could rely on.

 

 

And then, the accident happened. My life had now changed forever. I was no longer able to work, so I was back to spending most of my time with Shad. Other than the 12 hours a week of school and doctors’ appointments, Shad and I were never apart. She had saved me from an abusive and deadly man. She had loved me, given me strength and a reason to live when we were so poor we had nothing but a car and litterbox. And soon she would save me all over again. Her love and devotion kept me going and gave me a reason to get up in the mornings. I loved and adored her like no other. I had never known love like that before. She never tried to escape the car, or motel rooms. She seemed to always be content and happy to just be where ever I was. We moved one more time during her life so I could finish up at a university. By now, Shad was a full blown ADA recognized Service Cat. You can read those stories here or by clicking Meet Shad on our menu.  But to me, she was still just my baby.

 

 

Crossing Over Shad - 2HEoW-14V - normal

She got sick and died all in the span of a week. I felt totally lost and abandoned. Ashamed and guilty. My constant companion of 5 years was suddenly no longer there. She had spent her life loving and taking care of me with no thought to herself or her kitty fears and I had totally let her down. Shad taught me more about love and compassion than I could ever convey, but I try. I know some of you may be thinking I should have given her up instead of making her live in a car and eat burgers. That thought never crossed my mind. She was my baby, and just because life throws you a curve ball doesn’t mean you dump your “children” off on someone else. When I was 18 and then 19 I had done that  temporarily.  My mother gave my baby away. Something I found out after the fact. And again, thinking she realized what my kitty meant to me, and that it was only temporary, but alas, he was let outside in the hopes he would run off. He died in a storm on her back porch. I wasn’t told he was even outside until he was dead. Trust me, I learned my lesson. Being a “mother” is forever, and it’s your responsibility, not someone else’s. So by the time I grew up and ventured into pet ownership again and got Shad, the thought of leaving her with anyone, or giving her away was out of the question.

 

 

You don’t have to go through these things to develop a strong bond with your kitty. We have given you the tips needed in our Training Foundation posts (links below). We don’t know who all will read this post, so I want to say, Please remember before you adopt/buy a pet, it’s for LIFE!!! It’s Forever!!! No matter what, they are your responsibility. There isn’t a shelter for 2 legged children and most people seem to understand that they can’t just get rid of their kids when times are tough or they’re inconvenient. Why can’t they get it with their furry family members? Anyways, I do hope this helps you to understand how the bond developed between Shad and I that would cause her to even think about helping me the way she did. Cats are very emotional and loving animals. They are far smarter than we think they are. They are indeed able to reason more than just human equals full food bowl. Please leave your training questions in the comments section below. And thank you all for loving my girls. I am in no way perfect, and God knows I’ve made mistakes, all I ask is that you not hold any contempt for me against my girls. 

 

Raena surrounded by pink flowers, water and a sunset.

Well, fank you mommy fur tellin’ peeps ‘bout Shad. We know you luvved her very much and she luvved you too. We kitties are very smart. And who can say no to a furry purrer? Anyways, right now we don’t have any questions fur next weeks posty, so feel furee to ask one. Mommy hasn’t started Raena on wheelchair trainin’ yet cuz she’s still a little spastic and mommy wants to make sure she’s all healed up from her spay. Raena is an extra sensitive kitty so mommy says trainin’ will be a little different fur her, but dat’s not new. Da same methods we’ve posted will be used. Gotta go get ready fur a stroll now, Tomorrow’s me’s birthday.

 

 

Do you (your pets) sleep in the bed with you?

Have you ever gone to work with your human?/Have you ever taken your pet to work with you?

Would you go (take your pet) to work with you(?)r human? 

 

 

Till da next time………………………………………Be Blest!!!

Luv and Hugs and Kitty Kisses

Deztinee and RaenaBelle

       with mommy A

Service Cats Series

What to look for     Training Foundation    

How To Train Kitty To Massage     Smelling Disease     Do You Need One

Who Bears the Cost     Housing Laws and Exceptions

Accommodations and Common Sense    

What Happens when Handler Dies     Proper Training Methods Pt. 1 & Pt. 2

What’s the Easiest Task to Train     Getting Kitty Ready for Outing

Discipline: Stop Countersurfing Kitty     Internal Disputes

Calling for Emergency Help     Just What is Kitty Capable of           

Service Cats: Just What Is Kitty Capable Of

Meowllo and welcome to Service Cat Monday. One of da things mommy hears most offen when tellin’ peeps ‘bout us is, “Service Cats? I’ve never heard of a cat being a service animal?” And then da next biggest question is, “What do they do?” Once mommy tells a few of da things we do fur her peeps jaws drop a bit; some in disbelief and some in awe. We’ve covered a lot of topics in this series, includin’ trainin’ tips dat every kitty could benefit from. So, ifin you’ve missed any of our postys, purrlease click on da links at da end of this post. As with all our educational postys, da followin’ will be written in human English. Purrlease leave your questions, comments or topics you would like covered in da comment section below. We’ll be discussin’ da last of da questions we’ve received today. So without further adieu, let’s get on with it.

 Dezi laying in wheelchair

When people hear that mommy passes out and that we help her in the shower, it probably conjures all kinds of pictures in ones head. We guess that based on the question mommy is asked. And our friends Shoko, Kali and awnty Jean of the Canadian Cats made certain to ask, “Just what can an average cat do to help you in the shower? How do they Move you?” For all of you that are new to our blog, let us back up a minute and explain what they’re talking about. See, mommy passes out. This happens for many different reasons, none the less it happens daily and often while she’s taking a shower. And it was Shad, mommys’ first ever Service Cat that trained herself and showed mommy what a kitty is capable of. You can read Shad’s story here and here. Please be aware the Shad posts were not educational training posts and are therefore written in cat speak. Anyways, the question remains, just what is it that the average cat can do to help an unconscious human? After all, the average cat weighs in at about 8 to 10 pounds and hates water.

SHAD, Mommy's Original Service Cat
Shad, Mommy’s Original Service Cat

As most of you know mommy has rather large kitties. She always has. Even Shad, who weighed in at 15 pounds, was considered large. And yes, at 15 pounds she was healthy and not considered overweight. Shad was amazing, and without her there might not be a me or sis Raena. But mommy did learn that some of the things we are trained to do require 2 cats; otherwise it’s just too hard on kitty. Now let’s get back to the shower and just what it is we do.

Lexi lays in wheelchair
Healthy Lexi at around 30 pounds

You are right, even 2 healthy 30 pound kitties can not pull or push a wet, naked, over 100 pound human out of a bathtub. We aren’t concerned with getting all of mommy out of the tub. The only concern is that she doesn’t drown. So all that’s necessary is to make sure her head is out of the water flow. To accomplish this we push mommys head and torso up over the edge of the tub. Stop imagining things and let me explain. This is exactly why 2 cats are needed. Each kitty gets under an arm and positions in the armpit and pushes at the same time thus moving the torso and head. On occasion, some kitty does have to grab a mouth full of hair and reposition mommys head to lay on or over the edge of the tub. We then get out and roll around on our towels and wait for mommy to come too. We don’t mind water. We’re trained from the beginning to be in and around both standing water and flowing water like a shower.

 Raena lays on Liberty cat tree

We, like Shad, are devoted to mommy. There is a special bond that exists between a Service Cat and their human handler. This is NOT among the first tasks we are trained to do as it is asking a lot of a kitty and bonding takes time. And for that reason we will not be posting the how to’s to train this task to your kitty. It is something that the new kitty starts learning from the resident kitty at this point, as Raena is already trying to help me help mommy. We do hope this has helped you understand a bit more just what a kitty is capable of. But remember, NEVER expect more of an animal than size, breed and species would dictate. The love and devotion Shad and mommy shared caused Shad to go above and beyond. Mommy knowing the kind of love and devotion she gives and elicits has allowed her to have that continued help from the cats who came after. Anyone can have that relationship and any kitty can be trained. But you must start with a solid foundation.

       I’s a good helper aren’t I sissy? 

 Dezi laying on back of chair

Yes Raena, you’re a good helper and are gonna be a fine Service Cat. Anyways, we do hope we’ve helped you to understand a bit more of what we do. Fur those of ya’ dat read Shads’ story we hope you enjoy it, she is very much a pawrt of who we are today. Mommy wants me to remind ya’ dat cuz she be naked and we live alone of course, there will never be any fotos of us purrfurmin’ these duties. Mommy says she’s no pb bunny. We need to know what you all wanna hear next, so leave your questions in da comments. We’re gonna see ‘bout goin’ fur a stroll while da weather’s nice, so have a great day.

 

 

Do you (your cat) like water?

Is there something you would like to know how to train? 

 

 

Till da next time………………………………..Be Blest!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Luv and Hugs and Kitty Kisses

Deztinee and RaenaBelle

 

 

What to Look For  Training Foundations  Training Kitty to Massage 

Smelling Disease   Do You Need One   Who Bears the Cost  

Housing Laws and Exceptions   Accommodations and Common Sense  

What Happens When Handler Dies   Proper Training Methods Pt. 1 & Pt. 2 

The Easiest Task to Train   Getting Kitty Ready for an Outing  

Discipline   Internal Disputes   Calling for Emergency Help

Service Cats: Internal Disputes

Welcome to another Service Cat Monday. We’re comin’ to da end of da questions we‘ve been asked, so ifin you have trainin’ questions, or questions ‘bout Service Cats in general, purrlease let us know. As with all our educational postys da followin’ will be written in human English. And ifin you’ve missed a post you can ketch up by clickin’ da links at da bottom of da posty. We have a busy day ahead, so without further adieu, let’s get to todays question. Shoko and Kali our Canadian Cats furiends asked, “Is there any fighting over who gets to perform a task?”

 Dezi laying in her harness

This question was meant to be specific to us, as there are 2 of us who can perform the same tasks. At least there will be 2 of us. Right now there are still things that Raena can’t do and hasn’t been trained to do. So for the purpose of this post we’ll go back and discuss mes’ recent past. We would also need to clarify the word fighting. Fighting can mean different things to different people. While mommy doesn’t like to see or hear us hiss or growl at each other, she doesn’t consider that fighting. Mommy says she’s been very blest and has never had 2 kitties who fought at any time. So a better question to ask is, “Have there ever been any disputes over who was to perform a task?” To which our answer would be…”Of Course.”

 

 

When a kitty begins training they are excited and eager. Me loved the telephone. Every time it rang me would run to answer it; even when it was inconvenient for mommy. Even tho’ me would answer the phone, me wouldn’t meow. Instead me would carry the phone to mommy, where ever she was. Mommy says it took less time to train me to use the phone than it did to train me to leave it alone unless there’s an actual emergency. We’ve been asked to give tips on 911 training, so tune in next week for that post. Anyways, mes point is that a training kitty gets very excited and wants to perform all the time.

 Dezi with phone calling pizza hut

 Guess who’s callin’ mommy.

 

 

Mommy says the only disputes have been over who massages where and who gets to drive and when. Sis Lexi had been mommys’ head, neck and shoulder massager since almost the beginning. So when me came to live here me’s massage duties were to be mommys arms, legs and lower back. That was all well and good when we would lay down to go to sleep at night, but sis Lexi liked to sleep between mommys’ legs and me slept up under her arm. So when we would wake up in the mornings me would naturally start to massage mommys’ shoulders and head. Of course that was sis Lexi’s job and she wanted to do it. So, she would give me the hiss of disapproval and try to push me off the bed. Being the good natured Ragdoll me is, me would gladly climb on mommys chest and stretch out to massage her arms and legs. Dispute over.

 

 

So what about driving the wheelchair? Well those disputes weren’t always settled so quickly. Me wasn’t the best driver in the beginning, but only mommy and sis Lexi know what she was like in the beginning. Anyways, when me was first learning, me thought it was a little scary. Me did run into more than one wall, dresser, chest of drawers and even off the sidewalk into that cold white stuff called snow. But mommy was so encouraging and it really was a lot of fun, so every morning, me would try to get into position before sis Lexi could. Oh sissy would often give me the hiss of disapproval, but me didn’t care. Me would put me’s paw on the power button and push before sissy could even get in the chair with mommy and me.

Lexi lays in wheelchair and looks up

Ifin me didn’t move when sis Lexi hissed, she wouldn’t even bother getting into the chair. Well at least in the beginning. Once me quit running into walls and furniture sissy finally joined me in mommys lap in the chair. And yes, on occasion she would try to push me off the joystick so she could drive. Of course once the novelty wore off, we would just take turns. Whoever got into place first would drive us to the bathroom and often the other would drive us to the kitchen while the other availed themselves of the litter boxes. We were pretty well coordinated when it came to most of our other tasks, and mommy hopes Raena and me will follow that pattern as well.

Dezi and Lexi in the wheelchairNow let me get this straight. You want me to put mes mouth on this

stick and push forward, right?

 

Mommy says based on Raena’s personality and things she’s seeing, she does expect a few hissy fits in the beginning. But, Raena is a quick learner, so mommy expects the novelty will wear off much earlier with her than it did with me. Raena appears to be very versatile and will massage wherever me isn’t, so we have very few disputes in that area. Altho’ she’s still too small to help me push mommy out of the shower after passing out, Raena is trying. She quickly joins me in the tub and gets under mommys arm. She just doesn’t have the strength to actually push, She does watch intently and stays by mommys side till she comes too.

 Raena lays on the pounce toy.

 Are ya’ talkin’ ’bout me?

 

 

Well, me hopes dat answers your question. Mommy doesn’t really allow fighting, and so long as we can settle our disputes amicably, she lets us try. The only time mommy would take charge of a dispute is if she needed to get to the human potty and we couldn’t agree on who was driving. Anyways, gotta go now and get ready for the a/c repairman. We do want to fank our furiends who donated money to get our bootyful furiend Foxy back home to her daddy. We were goin’ to share the fundraiser today, but they have already raised the money for the pet deposit at their new apartment. It won’t be long now and Foxy and her daddy will be reunited. Don’t furget to leave any questions you might have in da comments below.

 

 

Are there disputes in your house?

How are disputes settled in your house?  

Till da next time………………………………….Be Blest!!!

 

 

 

 

Luv and Hugs and Kitty Kisses

Deztinee and RaenaBelle

 

 

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