Resuming Life

[willowisp]

Today I sort of fell back into a routine, in that I went grocery shopping on a Sunday. I brought home goodies and cooked dinner. We ate on our new dishes which had arrived when Andy was at Siggraph and drank Martinelli's to celebrate the fact that Whole Foods now carries it.

Heidi is still in the spare bedroom, and has been eating, drinking, and using her litterbox. Like Gail, she is not only unafraid of the Littermaid but quite fascinated by it. We brought her downstairs so she could explore a bit, and she seemed to have fun. I also put Gail and Heidi in the spare room. Gail hissed and growled, but didn't make a move toward Heidi and actually retreated when Heidi approached. Later, when Heidi was exploring downstairs, Gail came down. She slowly approached Heidi until both were touching noses, then backed up and began the growling and hissing again. Gail seems to be handling it well, though, cuddling up at every excuse and not doing anything nasty like refusing to use the litterbox.

Tomorrow Andy goes back to work, and I should try to get all of the non-routine stuff (unpacking and re-arranging and such) done so I can start resuming a routine. I may also stop by Kitty City to see if Thena's memorial is up yet, and maybe to take pictures of the room itself.

Comments

[platypus]

I'm so happy for you and Heidi. I think sometimes these things are meant to be. My childhood cat, Spanky, passed away from kidney disease (she was 17) only a few weeks ago, right before I was going to visit home and see her. Then, during my visit, a sweet stray showed up on the doorstep and basically adopted my family. My father went from "Absolutely not!" to "Well, if she's healthy" in record time. If he hadn't, I swear I'd have tried to fly her home with me. My parents had no intention of adopting another cat (they still have two geriatric cats, and all their past adoptions were because I lived with them and I initiated things), but this was just right. Nobody could be a replacement for Spanky, and that's certainly not the intent, but it still seems like some force somewhere saw enough room and love for a cat and sent one over.