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So, how was YOUR International Cat Day?
Aug. 9th, 2021 05:30 pmIt was yesterday, if you didn't know. Somehow I missed the news, because I was busy most of the day with assorted disasters, from garage to baseball field. It actually started off in the International Cat Department rather nicely: I caught Jack in a sweet pose in the next room, went to grab my camera, but before I could take the picture, Bronzini had hopped into sight. I expected a fight to break out. Instead I got this:
Moments later, the two were back to their respective crazy corners, but it does our hearts good to see how closely they've bonded. The other odd couples round here? Bronzini and Zoey, who aren't exactly cuddling with each other but can at least manage to hang a few feet away from each other without war breaking out-
- and then Jack and the dog:
Maybe someday, all four will get along.
Nahhhh.
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By the end of everything yesterday, it was becoming way more difficult than usual for the two bipeds here to get along. The freezer news did not go over well. On top of that, the panic button on my car chose yesterday of all days to start going psycho on us. It does this periodically, and weirdly, I was thinking about it because the dog park (where I took Pepper first thing yesterday) was one of the places I remember it happening before. After Freezergate, Eleanor suggested a distraction from it all, which I managed to stick monkey wrenches into. It was not one of our worst days ever, but it's not cracking any Ten Best lists, either.
And then the oldest cat disappeared.
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Zoey usually comes in to sleep in, or at least near, where I am all night. I left the door open to give her every chance, but nope, no sign of her anywhere on this floor. Finally, around 5 a.m., I put clothes on, checked the cellar, the garage, and even wandered outside to see if she'd managed an escape. Frustrated, I came in the back door into the dining room, and there was her face. Looking out from the inside.
Little shit. She ate her breakfast and then disappeared again, but when I returned from work, she'd assumed that position on the green cushion. Eleanor thinks she picked up a limp someplace, likely from a fight with one of the boyz, but she's purring, and eating, and we'll give it time.
Like we need to give ourselves. We both took productive steps to actually deal with the freezer problem: she got a service call in for it, while I put in a call to the Extended Warranty people to see if they might still cover us since we're so close to going out of coverage. The former won't be for two weeks; I'll find out about the latter tomorrow, where they can say yes, no, or yes-but: yes, we'll take your money for three more years, but we won't pay for anything for 30 or possibly 60 days. We can live with that.
Moments later, the two were back to their respective crazy corners, but it does our hearts good to see how closely they've bonded. The other odd couples round here? Bronzini and Zoey, who aren't exactly cuddling with each other but can at least manage to hang a few feet away from each other without war breaking out-
- and then Jack and the dog:
Maybe someday, all four will get along.
Nahhhh.
----
By the end of everything yesterday, it was becoming way more difficult than usual for the two bipeds here to get along. The freezer news did not go over well. On top of that, the panic button on my car chose yesterday of all days to start going psycho on us. It does this periodically, and weirdly, I was thinking about it because the dog park (where I took Pepper first thing yesterday) was one of the places I remember it happening before. After Freezergate, Eleanor suggested a distraction from it all, which I managed to stick monkey wrenches into. It was not one of our worst days ever, but it's not cracking any Ten Best lists, either.
And then the oldest cat disappeared.
----
Zoey usually comes in to sleep in, or at least near, where I am all night. I left the door open to give her every chance, but nope, no sign of her anywhere on this floor. Finally, around 5 a.m., I put clothes on, checked the cellar, the garage, and even wandered outside to see if she'd managed an escape. Frustrated, I came in the back door into the dining room, and there was her face. Looking out from the inside.
Little shit. She ate her breakfast and then disappeared again, but when I returned from work, she'd assumed that position on the green cushion. Eleanor thinks she picked up a limp someplace, likely from a fight with one of the boyz, but she's purring, and eating, and we'll give it time.
Like we need to give ourselves. We both took productive steps to actually deal with the freezer problem: she got a service call in for it, while I put in a call to the Extended Warranty people to see if they might still cover us since we're so close to going out of coverage. The former won't be for two weeks; I'll find out about the latter tomorrow, where they can say yes, no, or yes-but: yes, we'll take your money for three more years, but we won't pay for anything for 30 or possibly 60 days. We can live with that.