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Operation Kitty Stockholm began this weekend. So far, it has not been a rousing success. Actually, it's right up there with oral surgery so far.
I knew Sam wouldn't be happy about being stuck inside, but daaamn. At this point, I've had about 6 hours of sleep spread over nights. Last night, around midnight, after 3 hours of crying and scratching at the door despite having given him a sedative, I ended up sobbing incoherently due to a combination of lack of sleep/PMS/shoulder flare up, etc. I'm hoping that at some point, I'll just pass out and sleep through his unhappiness.
I know it's a good thing for him--he's not a dominant cat, so he's been getting his ass kicked regularly by the other cats, he was tick infested, and half starved. Plus, he's so gentle and sweet natured, it would just have gotten him in trouble eventually. I really think he was someones kitty once upon a time, and he either got out, or was thrown away.
Hopefully, things'll get a little better as time goes on. Right now, though, I don't have the emotional energy to deal with much of anything. Case in point, I nearly cried because I couldn't find the travel coffee cups this morning. Not an auspicious start, really.
As a result, am going to hold off on any e-mails I need to send for the time being. They'd just be overwrought/incoherent.
On plus side, made tasty, tasty shrimp gumbo last night. Was v. good.
I knew Sam wouldn't be happy about being stuck inside, but daaamn. At this point, I've had about 6 hours of sleep spread over nights. Last night, around midnight, after 3 hours of crying and scratching at the door despite having given him a sedative, I ended up sobbing incoherently due to a combination of lack of sleep/PMS/shoulder flare up, etc. I'm hoping that at some point, I'll just pass out and sleep through his unhappiness.
I know it's a good thing for him--he's not a dominant cat, so he's been getting his ass kicked regularly by the other cats, he was tick infested, and half starved. Plus, he's so gentle and sweet natured, it would just have gotten him in trouble eventually. I really think he was someones kitty once upon a time, and he either got out, or was thrown away.
Hopefully, things'll get a little better as time goes on. Right now, though, I don't have the emotional energy to deal with much of anything. Case in point, I nearly cried because I couldn't find the travel coffee cups this morning. Not an auspicious start, really.
As a result, am going to hold off on any e-mails I need to send for the time being. They'd just be overwrought/incoherent.
On plus side, made tasty, tasty shrimp gumbo last night. Was v. good.
