Cat sitting

Cat sitting is easier than dog sitting. It just is.

We agreed to pet sit for my daughter’s cat this week, in London. She lives in a flat in central London (our flat, actually), and the cat spends most of her time indoors. She goes outside when supervised by my daughter and her boyfriend, but that is not a responsibility I would take on while cat sitting…so she is living here in the flat.

Don’t feel bad for her – she is well spoiled. There are two bowls of dry food and one bowl of lovely wet food. There are two kitty litter pans, one in each bathroom. There is water in each bathroom and a special one in the living area. There are toys. I don’t know how to estimate how many toys there are, but you wouldn’t want to walk around with the lights off. There are probably 100 cat toys.

Her cat’s name is Piggy. Piggy is short for Pigwidgeon, a character from Harry Potter which my daughter was/is obsessed with. She is also obsessed with Lord of the Rings, and named one of our dogs Gimli, after a dwarf from those movies, but Gimli will have to wait for his own blog post. “Pigwidgeon Christmas Steinharter” is her full name. Sarah also loves Christmas, so there.

Piggy is very pretty (see photo above). She is spoiled, yes, but it is fun taking care of her. Sometimes she wants to be chased, sometimes she wants to play with her toys. Several times a day she gets affectionate. She tells us when that is, we don’t define those terms. She tends to come into our bedroom in the morning and curl up in the bedspread and purr. It’s pretty cute. We don’t have to take her out to pee and poop like our dogs. We don’t have to walk her like our dogs back home. Cat sitting is easy (if you don’t mind scooping out the kitty litter every other day or so).

I do like cats. I like Piggy.