High Anxiety
I will admit, I am becoming oddly, irrationally anxious.
Jupiter and Luna have both been nearly nose to nose with this new kitten, and have not growled, lashed out with claws, or acted hostile. No ears flattening. No tail swishing heavily. And yet, anything could happen. Adam presents the possibility that Jupiter might try to hurt or kill the kitten, even Luna might. And this sends me into a panic. It's not even been half a day, and I feel this. Yes, I am a cat mother.
We also know that worse came to worse, we could take the kitten back to Kathy. We don't want that to happen, of course. The fact that there was no hostility from the established cats -- even though Adam completely bypassed the general rules of introducing cats -- is a very good sign. Adam says that if we put the kitten alone in the side room, it might turn out like Penny's situation. I'm not certain about that, but it's done now. The cats have met each other. The only active sign of aggression was hissing. A few times, both Jupiter and Luna bapped the kitten lightly on the head, during play time with the laser pointer. Once, Luna raised her paw as if to poke at the kitten, while we were all in the kitchen. They have both watched the kitten sleep from their perches on the cat tree, kitty condo, and couch arm. They haven't stopped asking for love from the humans, they seem just fine. Aside from that, our cats have technically not been very interested in the kitten.
That's not why I am anxious. We don't know what will happen on Monday, when Adam and I go off to work and don't come home until the evening. Adam wants to keep all the rooms open, allowing the kitten to explore everywhere. This will also mean that Luna and Jupiter will have access to the kitten if they want -- if they want. The kitten may just find a comfy spot on a couch or bed, and curl up for twelve hours. She will know where food and litter is.
But I won't be there. I won't be able to see what happens. That's why I'm scared.
Tomorrow, all this could change. Tomorrow, something might happen that might force us to return the kitten. Or, either Luna or Jupiter might decide that the kitten is fine to have, maybe even become protective of the kitten, and we can sleep easy knowing that the kitten will be safe. I don't know. I don't know.
I hate knowing.
People have asked me what the ultimate basis for my anxiety disorder comes from. No surprise. It's the unknown. That's it. It's being unable to know what might happen. This may be one of the most common reasons for anxiety, but that doesn't make it less scary.
I just took some Inositol capsules. Once that B vitamin hits my bloodstream, I will calm down, mellow out, become more serene. And it will be okay.
The kitten is sleeping on the couch. Luna and Jupiter are upstairs. When Adam and I go to bed, we will take the kitten to bed with us, after making sure she knows to go to the side room for food and litter.
And in the morning, we will see.
No matter what, we will make sure it will be okay.
Jupiter and Luna have both been nearly nose to nose with this new kitten, and have not growled, lashed out with claws, or acted hostile. No ears flattening. No tail swishing heavily. And yet, anything could happen. Adam presents the possibility that Jupiter might try to hurt or kill the kitten, even Luna might. And this sends me into a panic. It's not even been half a day, and I feel this. Yes, I am a cat mother.
We also know that worse came to worse, we could take the kitten back to Kathy. We don't want that to happen, of course. The fact that there was no hostility from the established cats -- even though Adam completely bypassed the general rules of introducing cats -- is a very good sign. Adam says that if we put the kitten alone in the side room, it might turn out like Penny's situation. I'm not certain about that, but it's done now. The cats have met each other. The only active sign of aggression was hissing. A few times, both Jupiter and Luna bapped the kitten lightly on the head, during play time with the laser pointer. Once, Luna raised her paw as if to poke at the kitten, while we were all in the kitchen. They have both watched the kitten sleep from their perches on the cat tree, kitty condo, and couch arm. They haven't stopped asking for love from the humans, they seem just fine. Aside from that, our cats have technically not been very interested in the kitten.
That's not why I am anxious. We don't know what will happen on Monday, when Adam and I go off to work and don't come home until the evening. Adam wants to keep all the rooms open, allowing the kitten to explore everywhere. This will also mean that Luna and Jupiter will have access to the kitten if they want -- if they want. The kitten may just find a comfy spot on a couch or bed, and curl up for twelve hours. She will know where food and litter is.
But I won't be there. I won't be able to see what happens. That's why I'm scared.
Tomorrow, all this could change. Tomorrow, something might happen that might force us to return the kitten. Or, either Luna or Jupiter might decide that the kitten is fine to have, maybe even become protective of the kitten, and we can sleep easy knowing that the kitten will be safe. I don't know. I don't know.
I hate knowing.
People have asked me what the ultimate basis for my anxiety disorder comes from. No surprise. It's the unknown. That's it. It's being unable to know what might happen. This may be one of the most common reasons for anxiety, but that doesn't make it less scary.
I just took some Inositol capsules. Once that B vitamin hits my bloodstream, I will calm down, mellow out, become more serene. And it will be okay.
The kitten is sleeping on the couch. Luna and Jupiter are upstairs. When Adam and I go to bed, we will take the kitten to bed with us, after making sure she knows to go to the side room for food and litter.
And in the morning, we will see.
No matter what, we will make sure it will be okay.