As it normally goes, I was eyeing up the next feline-oriented purchase, trying to decide if it will be a major success or snubbed like the pile of orphaned toys it the cat toybox. I don’t remember where I first saw the Hepper Pod but instantly thought it was awesome. Any piece of cat furniture that’s aesthetic and functional is a win-win, so here’s our Hepper Pod review!
Have you ever seen cat grass in the store and wonder if your cat needs it? Or has your cat dashed out the door, when your hands are too full to stop them, just to nibble on the yard? Does it make you think there is something essential missing from their diet? Aren’t they obligate carnivores?
Although it’s not known exactly why cats eat grass, there are a lot of theories ranging from digestive aid (the most commonly accepted), hairball relief, they like the texture, to it adds nutrients to their diet. We can speculate on why cats eat grass, however, the bottom line is that no one knows for sure. It is typically safe to assume it is not due to deficiencies or health concerns. If your cat is binging on grass, rather than nibbling, or having a lot of upsets afterward, then that may be a matter for your vet. However, it is generally considered safe to munch on some greens now and then.
Introductions are due….
It all began one rainy night in October of 2009. I had recently seen a litter of adorable kittens and being a cat person at heart, decided I needed to adopt one. I made my trip to the pet store, trying to figure out what to buy as I hadn’t shared living space with a cat since high school. Well over a hundred dollars later, I needed to go pick up my bundle of fur and even more difficult, decide which one to pick! I knew I wanted a female because I already bought a pink kitten collar. So I traveled out to the country to pick out my illegitimate barn cat that I would inevitably turn into a pampered house cat. There were two females in the litter and as I’m making the heart wrenching decision, of course the one that gave kisses and ultimately won my heart was also the trouble maker that was scratching furniture 10 seconds before. I knew then, there would be a battle of wills in the near future. That was adoption day. I brought home an 8 week old tuxedo kitten, who remained nameless for the next two and a half weeks since I couldn’t decide on the perfect name. I, in turn, decided on the most imperfect name, Tinkerbell.