It's time to change gears and move away from my family's insanity. It's been a crazy week for my mother's family. My grandmother dehydrated and became very ill. She's getting better thank goodness. My mother's sister hasn't gotten the news about her illness, but her most recent visit to a doctor gave some hope.
My mother seems to have settled down and has now begun her own blog with a running feel sorry for me because my son died theme. I hope that works out for her. At least it appears to have detracted her energies from attacking me and mine.
My week has otherwise been productive and pleasant. However, today, sadly, I am delivering my little girl cat to my ex, because ever since she arrived here almost a year ago she and my large Tom cat have commenced the pissing contest for the ages.
I took her in from the street. Actually, she adopted me. I had been looking for a second cat for some time, and had gotten permission from my landlord to get a new kitty from the pound. I stalled for a few months because I had a feeling I should wait and see what the universe offered.
Along came the little girl as if on cue. At first she was awesome. The cats sniffed each other and even slept next to each other for the first few days.
Then the war began. It's been going non-stop - first with chasing and hissing and now, nine months later, the pissing contest that has ensued has hit critical mass. My male is spraying now - something he never did before.
I can think of no other solution. GIR (the male) is staying, because he's been my kitty since we got him at the shelter 6 years ago. Little GIRL has got to go.
I believe that all things happen for the best however. My ex is thrilled to have her, loves her already and is committed to the same cat care ethos as myself. No going outside. No moving without finding a place that will accept her. Decent food.
She loves him too, so other than my sadness at losing her - after all, besides the feral behavior (she was a street urchin), she's been a wonderful kitty. Super smart, exquisitely beautiful and extra affectionate.
She'll be good company for my ex. I suppose it's a win win, but still...losing a pet even to a new and more appropriate home is just sad.
Now I have to spend the next week trying to rid my apartment of her legacy. I ordered some exorbitantly expensive urine neutralizer solution(we'll see - possible review to follow). I have priced steam cleaners. I'm going to throw out my couch (I hated it anyway).
Here's hoping my male cat stabilizes and goes back to his fat, lazy ways and that my home returns to it's former reputation as a great smelling environment redolent of delicious foodstuffs and whatever naturally good smell I seem to apply. I hope he loves the new roommate who we'll be meeting later this week and we can all live happily ever after.
Fingers are Xed...
"Curiosity killed the cat. Satisfaction brought it back!" English Proverb