Sugar Comes to Live with Me
The big day has arrived. My mom and I talked about it, and we decided it would be best if Sugar came to live with me. We're thinking it's going to be permanent because mom is getting an air mattress and Sugar would puncture it with her claws and mom is feeling like that now Sugar has learned how to burrow under the covers, she would just rather have her living with me. For those of you who don't know, Sugar is my 14-15 year old Siamese. She is totally pampered and sweet natured. I was concerned how she would handle this transition. But she did great. Kevin did great too. We all slept together in bed and Sugar didn't really even hide in my apartment! The apartment managers changed their "no pets allowed" rules because there are so many empty apartments. So, she is here and doesn't need to hide like when I lived in downtown Portland. She HATED that place -- she hid in the drawer of my stove for 2 days... she found a way to climb in from the back... I know! I was astonished too!
I know it's ridiculous I'd be worried about having my child hood cat here with me as an adult with adult responsibilities. After all, she's just a cat and she'll handle it because cats are resilient. But I just don't want my mom to be depressed that Sugar is gone (because I'll be bringing her down to visit the times I go to visit my mom twice a month) and I don't want Sugar to be depressed because I'll be working 40 hours a week and gone all day. And I don't want Kevin to be frustrated that our home environment dynamic has changed. I just want everyone to be happy and in so doing, I think I'm coddling the cat too much, asking Kevin "what's wrong" too much, and moping to my mom too much. I'm feeling guilty, and it's stupid! Everyone, all parties want this to happen. Mom's bed sore has to get better and the bed is too expensive to get ruined by the cat's claws. Kevin thinks Sugar is a sweet heart and loves her and went out of his way to be with her. I love her, obviously but it kills me that she is so talkative because I assume she's talking /meowing at me because she's unhappy. But I have to look at her body language. Her tail is up, she's twining around the walls, she's following, it will be okay.
IT WILL BE OKAY. The cat will NOT hate me for doing this to her. Because if she gets to go outside / If she gets pet by the people she loves... then shouldn't this be okay? It's just I don't know how many more years she's going to be around and I want her with me.
I know it's ridiculous I'd be worried about having my child hood cat here with me as an adult with adult responsibilities. After all, she's just a cat and she'll handle it because cats are resilient. But I just don't want my mom to be depressed that Sugar is gone (because I'll be bringing her down to visit the times I go to visit my mom twice a month) and I don't want Sugar to be depressed because I'll be working 40 hours a week and gone all day. And I don't want Kevin to be frustrated that our home environment dynamic has changed. I just want everyone to be happy and in so doing, I think I'm coddling the cat too much, asking Kevin "what's wrong" too much, and moping to my mom too much. I'm feeling guilty, and it's stupid! Everyone, all parties want this to happen. Mom's bed sore has to get better and the bed is too expensive to get ruined by the cat's claws. Kevin thinks Sugar is a sweet heart and loves her and went out of his way to be with her. I love her, obviously but it kills me that she is so talkative because I assume she's talking /meowing at me because she's unhappy. But I have to look at her body language. Her tail is up, she's twining around the walls, she's following, it will be okay.
IT WILL BE OKAY. The cat will NOT hate me for doing this to her. Because if she gets to go outside / If she gets pet by the people she loves... then shouldn't this be okay? It's just I don't know how many more years she's going to be around and I want her with me.