I ate four Krispy Kreme donuts, warmed in the microwave. Adam brought them home. He had eaten five for breakfast. I scolded him. And then I ate four. But they're so good
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I'm posting kitty stories in response to your kitty stories again.
My Jupiter had separation problems after Charlie died, too. He tried to isolate and spend all his time laying on the end of our bed, except when we were there - then he ran under the kitchen table. It's understandable, of course - all he knew was that his buddy was crying and hurting a lot, and then we took him away, and then we came back and Charlie never did. I tried to socialise with him and keep him from hanging out all alone as much as I could, but of course we had to keep going to work every day and he doesn't get along with the dog very well. (they don't fight, they just avoid each other - even though the dog is a 5 pound yorkie and Jupiter is easily twice that.) Anyway, he was visibly depressed for a few weeks, but he seems to be okay now. Lots of love, lots of treats, and general kindness and compassion. Just like what the people need.
All this going on with your animal family has me thinking a lot about Charlie lately - but, I'm not as sad as I was even a month ago. It's getting easier to think about him and not about that awful day at the vet, about how he was just a tiny orange fluffball when I got him, and how he was too shy and scared to leave my computer chair (I finally set up his little baking-pan litter box and his food and water right beside the chair). How he turned into a kinda big cat, but his voice never got big with him - he kept his baby meow his entire life. How he loved me loved me loved me, and nobody but me, and I loved him in a way I'll never love anyone else.
Thanks for letting me hijack your journal for my sad kitty stories.
I love kitty stories, and yours are so touching :) I also love cats who grow up and keep their baby voices -- my friend Charlotte has a cat named Buster whose voice is more "babyish" than is sister's and his mother's! He onced let out a deeper, more masculine meow and was so freaked out that he didn't "talk" for days. Charlotte jokes that he sounds like a girl because when the kittens were born, we all thought that Buster was the female and Baby was the male, until they got older and we could see under the tails. So for the first few weeks of his life, Buster thought he was a girl. ;) This would probably help explain why Buster is so girly and Baby acts all tough. *grins*
My Jupiter had separation problems after Charlie died, too. He tried to isolate and spend all his time laying on the end of our bed, except when we were there - then he ran under the kitchen table. It's understandable, of course - all he knew was that his buddy was crying and hurting a lot, and then we took him away, and then we came back and Charlie never did. I tried to socialise with him and keep him from hanging out all alone as much as I could, but of course we had to keep going to work every day and he doesn't get along with the dog very well. (they don't fight, they just avoid each other - even though the dog is a 5 pound yorkie and Jupiter is easily twice that.) Anyway, he was visibly depressed for a few weeks, but he seems to be okay now. Lots of love, lots of treats, and general kindness and compassion. Just like what the people need.
All this going on with your animal family has me thinking a lot about Charlie lately - but, I'm not as sad as I was even a month ago. It's getting easier to think about him and not about that awful day at the vet, about how he was just a tiny orange fluffball when I got him, and how he was too shy and scared to leave my computer chair (I finally set up his little baking-pan litter box and his food and water right beside the chair). How he turned into a kinda big cat, but his voice never got big with him - he kept his baby meow his entire life. How he loved me loved me loved me, and nobody but me, and I loved him in a way I'll never love anyone else.
Thanks for letting me hijack your journal for my sad kitty stories.
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I also love cats who grow up and keep their baby voices -- my friend Charlotte has a cat named Buster whose voice is more "babyish" than is sister's and his mother's! He onced let out a deeper, more masculine meow and was so freaked out that he didn't "talk" for days. Charlotte jokes that he sounds like a girl because when the kittens were born, we all thought that Buster was the female and Baby was the male, until they got older and we could see under the tails. So for the first few weeks of his life, Buster thought he was a girl. ;) This would probably help explain why Buster is so girly and Baby acts all tough. *grins*
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