I would love to find a kitty sitter for Ritzy - I just don't think the kennel thing would go over with her.

I sat once for a kitty named Pookie. I actually stayed at the house since it was too far to drive back and forth. For the first 5 hours, I wasn't sure they even had a cat. Other than the food and water bowl and an obvious "leaving" in the litterbox, there was no cat to be found.

I lit a fire in the fireplace and dozed off on the floor next to it...I had had a long day at work and a headache to boot. When I woke up, there was a grey tiger kitty stretched out next to me against my tummy, purring up a storm.

"Pookie?" I said, and received a sleepy mrrrrowwwr in return. We were fast friends after that.

I was also asked if I would see to it that the litterbox stayed clean because sometimes Pookie 'missed'. Well, he didn't exactly "miss"...in fact I think he was doing it on purpose. Pookie liked to perch himself on the corner of the litter box, with his "business end" hanging almost OUTSIDE rather than inside the box.

With uncanny precision, Pookie would lay down "kittie logs" so they would perch exactly on the ledge of the litter pan. I wondered if he was trying to build a little poopy fort. It wasn't for lack of a clean litter box - this thing was filtered regularly.