Stern lectures for the logically-challenged. Others have opinions, I have convictions.
Thursday, September 13, 2007
Back to Normal
It is really quiet around here this afternoon.
Ginger and Gwen are snoring away in their beds. There are no sounds of things crashing as they are tipped over or things thumping as they are pushed off the table. No sound of furry paws tearing around the apartment like a little tornado.
Chito is gone.
After breaking up four fights before breakfast today, I decided this situation wasn't fair to any of us. Chito was bored every day, my other cats were terrorized every day and I spent every day cleaning up after him.
Oddly, after I made my decision, his mood changed. Suddenly, he got all clingy and started following me around and rubbing up against me. He never does that.
So, I got his medical records together and waited for PetSmart to open.I put him into the same carrier I brought him home in and made the two-mile drive to the pet shop. There isn't a cardboard box made that he can't break into or break out of, so he poked his little head out and looked around all the way. It didn't make the drive any easier.
When I pulled him out of the carrier, several employees came running to see him. They seemed happy to see him back. They called him "that big, golden cat."
He had the most bewildered look on his face when I put him into the same cage that I took him out of four months ago. It was just heartbreaking. They offered to refund my adoption fee, but I had to get out of there and told them to keep it.
Now, all I have to do is wait for the heartsickness to go away.
I wonder how long that will take.
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6 comments:
I'm sorry about that. But if it's not working it's not working. I know that hurt.
Do you notice a change now in your girls?
It's been only seven hours, but they're not nearly as jumpy as they used to be.
I'm really sorry.
Dog and cats are mysterious and wonderful. They can sense your mood. I had a pack of a half dozen or so barn cats, who continually either took off for greener pastures, or to to the highway with fatal results, but regularly replenished themselves. There was always one Top Cat who had the privelege of following me around closely when I was outside, and the others had to lurk at a respectful distance. Whenever that Cat disappeared, a number two would take his honored place. It was some sort of cat hierarchy-tradition thing I suppose. Or maybe they elected a token who had to be the ambassador to the hated human, I don't know. Had one who liked to perch on my shoulder whenever I was up on a ladder--felt he had to be that close, I guess.
Patrick the Dog can tell when I'm upset. If I'm weeping over a TV special about 9-11 for example, he senses this and ceases to growl and snarl at me and acts all affectionate just like he does when he WANTS something. But, then again, he rarely lets me get more than ten feet from him when we're inside, so he's used to my vibes.
You'll get better--It's like a love affair gone bad. After a decade or two, you won't even remember her name...
I'm sorry. It's *so* hard when it doesn't work out :-(
Well, I've learned my lesson. No more walking past the adoption cages at PetSmart and PetCo. Luckily, I'm fully stocked up on food and litter cartridges, so maybe he'll be adopted before I have to go back there again.
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