It's Sweetnesday!
Her Majesty was having difficulty navigating the steps that I'd created for her from different levels of cardboard boxes.
She, of course, would not admit to such a thing.
After some research, I learned that steps are harder for aged kitty bones to use, while ramps eliminated the extra pressure on joints.
Therefore, The Hubby was tasked with creating a ramp from whatever supplies he could put together from his vast supply of carpentry detritus (read: scrap) that he's accumulated.
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| Et voila! |
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| Swee Wee: "Whatever..." |
Will admit that she seemed to ignore the thing, and remained on top of the bed much more than usual, and I despaired that she hated the ramp.
But an afternoon away from home (read: not hovering), we discovered that she's navigated around just fine; the food bowl was empty, the water bowl level was lower, and her private powder room accessed.
❤️That's my Sweetie!❤️
