Generally fine. Then again we get to thinking about Efanor and there we go, totally wiped for an hour. We’re real lucky to have Eushu or we’d be real cases, right now. I’m still not focusing on things as well as I should. Neither’s Jane.
So. Let’s talk about kittens. Deep breath. Refocus. Only happy thoughts. Don’t post sad things.
And at the moment, here comes Eushu at high speed, mewing his head off, into my room and out again at warp speed. He’s lost track of Jane for 3 seconds. I have to laugh.
Then there was the cat I acquired when she decided to move out of the neighbor’s tiny little place with 6 cats, 4 dogs, and 3 kids and move in with … my dog. She didn’t object to me staying, as long as I kept putting food out.
lol! They WILL do that, when the venue gets too crowded. Usually it’s a young tom who goes, but moving in with the dog—that’s a lol! The odd couple…
We had a cat, Stoney, who I called the “Will Rogers of Cats” — he never met a dog he didn’t like. We brought him home. He and the dog took one look at each other and went, “Playmate!” They were best buddies from that moment on.
We had the opposite experience. We had two cats who got on fine with our first dog. When that dog died and we eventually got a new dog, Lance, our male cat did not like the new dog at all. He eventually moved in with the hermit guy a few doors down who already had quite a few cats. After that Lance would drop by for a visit whenever it suited him, although he died quite a few years ago now, at about 14 years old.
Efanor’s story is striking many chords in our household as the other cat, a small stray we picked up at the shops died just before Easter. She lived with us for over 17 years and we miss our sweet little girl. Vale Gwennie.
Hugs. So sorry to hear. We certainly know how you feel. 17 years. Your little stray had a wonderful long run.
It does get easier; but it hits sometimes. We lost our Moses (named because she was found in a basket near our landlady’s front door) a year ago October, a quick surprising passing due to a cancer that had gone all through her bones. So, we waited until we took a longish vacation and then adopted our two new babies. The Fun never ever stops when you get two litter mates! One, Mr. Miles Davis, has decided he belongs to me and Ms. Cleo Laine is certainly hubby’s. But I recall the first time Miles fell into the corner of my arm and started his purr. Something in that moment caused all the tears I had held for Moses and our first and best kitteh, Virgil (yes, he knew Latin) who passed in ’95 just came out and Miles just hugged in further and purred and purred. Kittehs are the best therapists on earth!
With profound condolences and happy thoughts at young Eushu.