I have tried to move our waterbed with my feet more than once. Of course I will have much sympathy because I know just how it feels.
GG’s breeder wanted pretty cats. GG’s mama, Raven was an amazing black beauty with glossy fur that glowed in the sun. GG’s sire was a wonderfully handsome tabby. The kittens were all fabulous. GG’s breeder stressed over and over that Maine Coons don’t fully mature until they were about three years old (we think he was trying to make us think that GG might smarten up one day long enough to get attached) while we watched one of his very beautiful retired females walk off the edge of an end table. She did that on purpose of course.
Today GG jumped into an empty laundry basket which flipped over on top of him and he was trapped. Like a rat in a trap, no way out, no escape, no possibility of actually being able to stand up and knock it back over again, nooooooooo he was going to be there forever and ever. It was terrible, just horrible. He had a big meow when he was little, his wail of disrepair grew with him.
He’s sweet, he’s fabulous and he’s going to be a big boy. We got what we paid for.
Ours love Temptations as well. They don’t care what it is as long as it’s not their own kibble. Hub’s friend used to bring over a container of his kittys’ kibble to give ours for treats and we would refill his container with our kibble so he could treat his when he got home.
VBC eats her special food in the back room with the door closed. We don’t want our kitten to eat her prescription food, he needs a high fat and protein diet at this stage of his life. Sometimes GG will run into VBC’s private dining room and hide under the bed so he can rush out and push VBC out of her bowl and snarf it up like a Golden. Hubs yells and starts to get down on the floor to get him out. I unscrew the lid on VBC’s kibble and GG comes right out to get a bite. Then I give Hubs the look, of course.
The most important part, of course!
It was a long day. Hubs’ friend loves his cats and has to give five of them up. We found homes for his two bonded pairs and were supposed to deliver them yesterday. Friend couldn’t catch them and when he did trap one, he let it go because it needed to be four or none in his mind.
The deadline for this whole thing is Monday, Hubs has been stressed out of his mind. The thrift store furniture they shopped for earlier this week was delivered and the lady at the facility was amazing. She had the furniture placed in the right spots and then hung pictures on the wall and added several nice touches like a nightstand lamp and little decorating touches.
Today they caught 3 cats and took them to the vet. Hub’s friend was of course very emotional during this. The vet and humane society are open tomorrow, so hopefully they will be able to get the other two. Hubs friend is planning to move to his new place with the clothes on his back which is making hubs crazy because he knows that once they get friend moved in, he’s going to realize he needs such things as a litter box for his cat along with litter and food because he left those things behind.
Poor Hubs always has a plan. The older he’s gotten the less flexible he’s gotten about The Plan. If we are going somewhere and want to try to be there before it gets hot, we agree to a time and he back plans everything that needs to be done according to The Plan. If I find that I need to stop and pee at an unscheduled time, it upsets The Plan. I totally married my father.
His friend has never had a plan. We have known him for over 20 years and he used to be able to plan well enough to pay his bills and buy food when he got his disability checks but now he’s constantly in the moment and the past.
I get to hear about it and because Hubs is so frustrated his voice raises. The cats aren’t used to raised voices so they get upset and frightened.
I am so looking forward to Tuesday, life isn’t nearly as serine as I like at the moment.