…is so high in squee factor you can’t get aggravated at him, but neither Jane nor I got any sleep last night.
Eushu disappeared. And I mean, if you fit in a coffee mug, you CAN disappear very effectively. It helps, of course, if you’re black, especially heading north, and if it’s night, and if most of the furniture in the house is black.
At something like 2 am, he finally exits the entrails of the black rocker-recliner, which we have not dared to fold back up, because Eushu-unaccounted-for is a no-go on that chair’s operation. He also crawls into other furniture, up into arms, into cushion supports, into unguessed places, and since much of our furniture is ‘motion furniture’ of some sort, there can be no furniture movement of any kind (requiring gymnastics on our part to extricate ourselves) until Mr. Eushu has been sighted far away—because he darts, and teleports. Everything is a game. And he has no sense of danger about anything.
We’re keeping the Feliway dispenser going 24/7, the plugin model. And here it gets grimly funny, because I kept claiming I smelled bugspray or the like in the living room. We turned the house upside down, and finally decided to cut on the Oreck air purifier over near the source.
Well, what I was smelling was the Feliway. I’d been out painting the gate with a chemical that corrupted my sense of smell and had me coughing, and it made it smell odd.
Our turning on the air purifier and forgetting about the (pricey) Feliway dispenser meant—yes, we were taking it out of the air.
So the living room lacked the calming scent. And Mr. Squee jumped Ysabel full tilt. She was NOT in a tranquil mood. She pasted him. Mr. Fears-nothing got mad and came back, and got pasted again. We had a cat fight going. We separated everybody, and only then realized what we’d done.
We plugged the unit in again in the hall, and Ysabel, trying to recover her nerves, went out and parked by it, and was her admirably tranquil self when, half an hour later, Mr. Demon Kitten remembered the feud and went and jumped on her again. She shrugged him off and moved half a foot. That’s the difference that stuff makes.
We’re not sure what it does to us, but hey, it’s tranquil when it’s running.
Never knew there was a cat calming scent dispenser? As long as they get along – but in the end they will have to work it out between them.
Is Ysabel angry or just annoyed – leave the old cat alone.
Lot’s of fun. I have an almost 6 year old granddaughter living with me – it never ends.
Enjoy the cats – keep you young.
Huh, I’d never even heard of this stuff before. We have five cats at home; wonder if it would help? I mean, they mostly get along most of the time, but still.
Even bigger kitties can disappear into place where you did not even know there were places.
Had no idea of any Fellway, and had to figure it out from context. 🙂
So, Mr. Adventure had disappeared himself to parts unknown, and learned…perhaps it’s best not to cross Mme Le Cuisinart. 😉 Though it sounds like he’s not entirely given up on the idea just yet.
Smokey went from being deathly afraid of the Hairless Two-Legged Monster Who Surely Must Eat Kittens to figuring that if I’m friendly and Goober is friendly and he can indeed check out nearly the whole house…then surely he is Kitty King of the Universe, and He-Who-Fears-Nothing. He also had the benefit of encouraging his intelligence. Ergo, cat who is curious about all things whatsoever. This is mostly good. However, as with Eushu, it has its moments. Goober, unlike Ysabel, is not an Alpha cat. He’s passively-aggressively content to be…somewhere less than the Top Cat. (He cannot figure out why Smokey wants to tease him. It is *usually* teasing.)
It sounds like Ysabel won’t take any bull, which should be better for young Mr. Eushu’s feline ego. It also sounds like she’s willing to let him be if he doesn’t push it, which is a sensible and amicable approach.
Heh, he won’t be able to fit in unlikely hidey-holes forever. Good thing, too.
Smokey, due to disadvantaged youth as a street urchin kitten from the concrete jungle, will always be on the small and stout side, but he makes up for it in attitude.
Eushu likely won’t be of the compact model.
Goal: Get pics of Smokey and Goober offloaded from the camera and iPhone so as to upload them to share the cute.
Ah, yes, the pheromones. Work wonders they do. They aren’t perfect, especially when you are talking two species (cats and dogs) but they do come things down.
And if the cats are calmer, that’s good. The one dog isn’t a problem. The younger one is learning caution. You nearly have your nose removed by an annoyed female Siamese, you either learn, or you become a possible Darwin Award Candidate.
Wayne
You need to enlist Technology(tm). Attach a tracking device, and if the kitty disappears, contact the Department of Housinge. They will deploy the Cat Detector Van.
Or something like that.
Feliway is wonderful stuff! Several years ago when we had all geriactric cats, the oldest (and smallest) one died. The other two males decided to establish dominance in the usual kitteh way. We bought the Felaway plug in and the spray. Life was calm within two days. The house smelled a lot better too. The stuff is expensive but if you have any sort of kitteh issues it seems to do the trick
Hmmm…poor little guy…he goes from being called Eushu to Mr. Squee to Mr. Demon…..what an identity crisis. It appears he’s not afraid of Herself, either. They should get along fabulously.
That reminds me, I need to spray some more Feliway around the house for the girls. It’s been a while, and I’m sure it’s worn off by now. It’s been a while for the catnip, too, but that can wait.