The cat situation at our house is going SO WELL.
I haven't written much about the cats for awhile, because it seemed like it was Always Bad News. First the three cats we'd had since before we were married dropped off one by one, and none of them died quietly in their sleep, either: it was Issues and Decisions, one after another. One with congestive heart failure plus kidney failure, with a Decision About When to Make The Appointment. One with weight loss and peeing all over the house and finally a tumor, again with a Decision. And the third hit by a car, and a shattered unsaveable leg, and an unexpectedly sudden Decision involving the kind of equations a person does with a 16-year-old indoor/outdoor cat and a multiple-thousands-of-dollars procedure that would result in the cat being restricted to indoors.
All three of those happened over about a year, which made sense because all three cats were about the same age, but it was stressful.
Overlapping and interweaving with that, we adopted three new cats, NONE OF WHOM WE NOW HAVE. One didn't get along with other cats, and eventually we brought her back to the shelter. The other two were hit by cars and killed. I felt like we spent a lot of time at the shelter, and that the shelter was going to start thinking we were not good adoption risks---and that we really WEREN'T. I was getting really discouraged: I just wanted to HAVE CATS. Why was this SO HARD?
So when we adopted two new cats (aiming for adult, mild-personality cats who were already indoor-only and had lived well in the past with other cats and children), I mentioned them here but then stopped mentioning them, because probably we were looking at another failure: the orange one was relentlessly chasing and scaring the grey-and-white one; the grey-and-white one was so skittery and scared, I worried he couldn't be happy in our noisy house: we kept not being able to find him because he was hiding. I talked to the vet; we started using a spritz bottle on the orange one and various feral-cat-socializing techniques on the grey-and-white one---but I felt like we were dooooooomed just like before: the cats would never get along, and any replacement cats we got wouldn't work out any better, and we weren't going to have a plain "household with cats" EVER AGAIN.
But they get along now! They're not snuggling up, but we notice they tend to do a lot of things together: they'll go to their food dishes at the same time, or they'll both be on the cat palace at the same time, or I'll get out of the shower and they'll both be standing on the sink. They tussle a little, but not excessively, and sometimes it's the grey-and-white one who starts it. The grey-and-white one is still a bit skittish, and still sometimes runs from us, but much much much less---and he purrs when petted/held, and he doesn't hide. We were able to go from multiple litter boxes down to one large shared one. They're staying indoors and not trying to get outdoors! They sleep on the bed sometimes but not oppressively! They don't mind if the kids pick them up! And the orange one has jumped up on my lap SEVERAL TIMES in the last week or so! They're being GREAT CATS. They're being HAPPY cats.
Gift ideas for an 8-year-old, part 1 of 2 - I have TWO 8-year-olds to buy for, so I’m going to split it up into two posts. Today will be the things we’re getting for Edward. I dislike saying “Gift id...