Sunday, February 08, 2004
Epochal layers and Cat Wars
My Sunday so far is very dusty and gross.
I need to go back a short ways here to explain today's madness. Until recently we had four cats, two inside and two outside. The two outside cats were mother and son, and the son, Julian was banned to the outside because he had developed the unpleasant habit of peeing on inappropriate spots, such as the stove top. (I am a semi-indulgent petmom, but I have my limits.)
Jenny had joined him back when my sister foisted her ill-tempered geriatric cat Fluffy upon us when she moved out of state. She had objected violently and often to this interloper, who was not all that grateful to have a new home anyway. Fluffy took to peeing where she shouldn't in protest. So we chopped the baby in half, as it were, and sent Jen out to live with the other Outsiders (who did have their own cozy wellhouse area to live in). Oddly, after Fluffy became ill a few years later and had to be put down, Jenny did not WANT to come back in the house. In fact, if we brought her in she fussed until we released her!
This fall, Julian developed some strange malady, possibly cancer, and before we knew it, he was gone. Without her son for company, Jenny decided to move back in with us, and has made it plain she's staying this time. Mainly by getting into some knock-down drag-outs with the other two girls, despite being as old as them both together.
You can probably guess what came next. Yes, it involves cats saying, "Fine, if I can't even walk through MY HOUSE to go to the litter box, I'll just go HERE instead."
Thus, today we are exploring the Under the Bed World of Junque Trasheau. Many items which have not seen the light of day in a LONG time have been grabbed up with cries, both glad and not-so-. The plan is to get it clean, then block it off completely with boxes.
Caro's is done. My turn now. *sigh*
I need to go back a short ways here to explain today's madness. Until recently we had four cats, two inside and two outside. The two outside cats were mother and son, and the son, Julian was banned to the outside because he had developed the unpleasant habit of peeing on inappropriate spots, such as the stove top. (I am a semi-indulgent petmom, but I have my limits.)
Jenny had joined him back when my sister foisted her ill-tempered geriatric cat Fluffy upon us when she moved out of state. She had objected violently and often to this interloper, who was not all that grateful to have a new home anyway. Fluffy took to peeing where she shouldn't in protest. So we chopped the baby in half, as it were, and sent Jen out to live with the other Outsiders (who did have their own cozy wellhouse area to live in). Oddly, after Fluffy became ill a few years later and had to be put down, Jenny did not WANT to come back in the house. In fact, if we brought her in she fussed until we released her!
This fall, Julian developed some strange malady, possibly cancer, and before we knew it, he was gone. Without her son for company, Jenny decided to move back in with us, and has made it plain she's staying this time. Mainly by getting into some knock-down drag-outs with the other two girls, despite being as old as them both together.
You can probably guess what came next. Yes, it involves cats saying, "Fine, if I can't even walk through MY HOUSE to go to the litter box, I'll just go HERE instead."
Thus, today we are exploring the Under the Bed World of Junque Trasheau. Many items which have not seen the light of day in a LONG time have been grabbed up with cries, both glad and not-so-. The plan is to get it clean, then block it off completely with boxes.
Caro's is done. My turn now. *sigh*
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