Feline Terrible Twos: Woes of a PreVet Mommy {Guest Post}

I love when my friends guest post, so when my good friend Erica offered to write about the feline terrible twos, I just couldn’t pass it up.  Erica is a full-time pre-vet student (and former blogger!), who balances studying and raising her cat Phineas.  This post brings back memories of the 6 weeks after I took the Bar Exam where I was a stay at home kitten mom to Sonoma…after finding out I was virtually unemployable until my Bar scores were released.  I guess the twos can be terrible, feline or human.  Thanks for sharing Erica!

Meet Phineas, he’s the feline equivalent of a toddler.

He’s unique. I know, I know, every cat mommy says that. But seriously: I don’t think he knows he’s a cat. Phineas likes to play fetch, loves playing with water, and tends to chase his own tail and shadow.

He has also figured out how to open up my bedroom door and turn on water faucets. He really isn’t a cat; he’s somewhere between a Labrador Retriever and a villain mastermind.

Phineas turned one year old, and in cat years it means he’s a teenager… and for me that means I have one rebellious cat who is making my life very rough.

I think he might be getting back at me for the Christmas card I sent out with him in a tie. He has recently taken his usually funny antics to the next level — the Feline Terrible Twos.

I woke up one morning this week to find that my adorable turtle-shaped flash drive was in my bathroom and missing a leg! Phineas had taken the flash drive off my desk, took the cover off, and chewed off its leg. This same morning I discovered he had also eaten his rug that goes under his litter box to trap the litter.

He likes to play in the toilet. He will sit on the edge of the seat, splash the water, sometimes drink it, or jump in the toilet itself. I’ve since learned to keep the toilet seat down, but he sometimes opens it himself anyway. Oh, and you better think twice before soaking a pot or defrosting meat in the sink. If the sink is full of water, he will know, and there will no longer be water in the sink, but rather all over your counters and floors.

Also, his daily activity while I am gone is to swat all the water out of his automatic water bowl so he can watch the bubbles as it refills. He also uses the water in his bowl as a means to facilitate his daily grooming and after he uses the litter box.

His newest form of rebellion is eating my blinds. Phineas is usually very considerate to the blinds when he visits the window sill. Never has he bent, played with or bitten the blinds. Until now. Apparently they provoked him, and he has waged a personal war against them and now I need new blinds.

At least I have no need for cable!