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Hello!
We now own two cats. Quyen, the original, gorgeous, mystery cat. And Nala, an orange Maine Coone cat.
Nala's start with us was as a bit rough. We originally kept her for two weeks as a cat sitting gig. However, the original owner was looking for a new home so that she (the owner) could move in with her boyfriend (the bf hated the cat). After the two weeks, there wasn't any blood split by anybody (either cat nor either human). Nala didn't particularly love us considering I tried to brush her one time, which ended up with her bladder being spilled all over me and bed. But i spoke with the original owner for a bit and she was comfortable leaving Nala with us and so we agreed to take her. pending smooth continued integration into our home.
She's been working out ok. It took a long time for her to get over the new environment and my attempt to brush her, but now she will often get up in my lap while I'm sitting at the computer (which isn't as wonderful as it would seem...she's a large cat and gets in the way of my trying to interact with the keyboard or mouse, depending on which side she's laying on). Her coat is looking better than when we first got her. Obviously this isn't because of any brushing regimin! She was previously on an all dry food diet (albeit 7 different flavors because the old owner didn't want her to get bored with her food) and now her evening meal is wet food. While this may not be associated, Travis and I like to think it is (hell, we have to justify the wet food price somehow).
I still regret having to give up the dogs, but do admit that the liklihood of getting an apartment as cheap as this one would have been near impossible (indeed, I couldn't find one). In addition, it does free up a LOT of time. Unfortunately, I don't really notice it because I devote so much time going to the gym and going to the laundromat once a week now. One downside I didn't really consider was the mentally theraputic effects of having a dog though. I'm having thoughts and moods that are relatively inappropriate, given that things are going pretty swell. Kinds of things I haven't dealt with (in good times) for a long time. I'm not completly unprepared, because last year with Travis' unemployment and other times in the past where money was tight, I had similar emotional problems. But I'm mildly trepidatious about how the winter will be passed, when I'm traditionally worse.
I got a new computer. It's not magically wonderful as I expected though. Vista, 64 bit processor, or these graphics cards are giving me more grief than I would like, but i'm hopeful that my problems will work out in the end and I can be happy with the purchase.
We now own two cats. Quyen, the original, gorgeous, mystery cat. And Nala, an orange Maine Coone cat.
Nala's start with us was as a bit rough. We originally kept her for two weeks as a cat sitting gig. However, the original owner was looking for a new home so that she (the owner) could move in with her boyfriend (the bf hated the cat). After the two weeks, there wasn't any blood split by anybody (either cat nor either human). Nala didn't particularly love us considering I tried to brush her one time, which ended up with her bladder being spilled all over me and bed. But i spoke with the original owner for a bit and she was comfortable leaving Nala with us and so we agreed to take her. pending smooth continued integration into our home.
She's been working out ok. It took a long time for her to get over the new environment and my attempt to brush her, but now she will often get up in my lap while I'm sitting at the computer (which isn't as wonderful as it would seem...she's a large cat and gets in the way of my trying to interact with the keyboard or mouse, depending on which side she's laying on). Her coat is looking better than when we first got her. Obviously this isn't because of any brushing regimin! She was previously on an all dry food diet (albeit 7 different flavors because the old owner didn't want her to get bored with her food) and now her evening meal is wet food. While this may not be associated, Travis and I like to think it is (hell, we have to justify the wet food price somehow).
I still regret having to give up the dogs, but do admit that the liklihood of getting an apartment as cheap as this one would have been near impossible (indeed, I couldn't find one). In addition, it does free up a LOT of time. Unfortunately, I don't really notice it because I devote so much time going to the gym and going to the laundromat once a week now. One downside I didn't really consider was the mentally theraputic effects of having a dog though. I'm having thoughts and moods that are relatively inappropriate, given that things are going pretty swell. Kinds of things I haven't dealt with (in good times) for a long time. I'm not completly unprepared, because last year with Travis' unemployment and other times in the past where money was tight, I had similar emotional problems. But I'm mildly trepidatious about how the winter will be passed, when I'm traditionally worse.
I got a new computer. It's not magically wonderful as I expected though. Vista, 64 bit processor, or these graphics cards are giving me more grief than I would like, but i'm hopeful that my problems will work out in the end and I can be happy with the purchase.