Hi. I’ve been conscious approximately two hours since stumbling in my front door after work and the only reason I roused myself that long is because someone was coming by to take another material possession off my hands. Gods but craigslist can be awesome.
I would love to regale you with exciting stories but unless you count the armed man prowling my apartment complex parking lot and accosting residents, I don’t have any. (And I am quite thankful not to have a run in with him to share although I WAS invited to “come party” with some guy I’d never seen in my building who referred to me as “shawty” and “fine” and was obviously drunk and/or stoned as I was coming in from taking a carload to the storage unit so was sweaty, grungy and rather fragrant. And might I also mention only one person has EVER gotten away with calling me “shawty” but this time I bit back a few snarky comments and settled for the evil eye while scurrying to the relative safety of my abode) Combine that with the fact that there have now been fifteen (15!!) homicides since the end of June in Indy and suddenly I’m disinclined to wander around town at all hours.
Life is moving along much as it has for the past few weeks with the minor addition of a time warp that alternates between days dragging to a near stop and speeding past at a panic inducing rate. My sanity slips just a bit more each day that I’m away from my workout routine and subsisting on the junkiest of foods. The emotional/mental roller coaster is becoming progressively more extreme although the worst of the depths have been neatly avoided by simply sleeping more than is really necessary under normal circumstances. At least I recognize irrationality when it strikes and try to take appropriate steps not to lash out and/or breakdown. I don’t deal with chaos well and that’s an apt description of life in general right now. But it’s a phase. In a couple of weeks when we’re mostly settled, I’ll be back to my sanity maintaining routine with the addition of Jon and I am oh so looking forward to that.
July 27th, 2008 at 10:50 pm
Hi, I’ve been catching up on some of your posts (yes, I’m a lurker
) and I noticed you were planning to ‘merge’ two cats, one in a new household. Keep them apart at first! Google “Pam Johnson-Bennett” and get her books. Read them! There is a whole process you need to go through to make sure the stress doesn’t ruin the developing relationship.
Basically, set aside one room for ‘new’ cat (to that house). Gradually introduce them; let them sniff under doors, etc. Keep things stress free and happy when they meet – give them treats. Do not scold even if they try to fight. They will associate the scolding with the presence of the other cat… Catnip might help, if there’s enough to go around. You can also buy a spray bottle of feline pheromones that is intended to calm them down, and it also helps in blending their scents and developing a “colony scent”.
Why do I think I know this stuff so well? My son’s cat – the most neurotic I’ve ever seen – and my kittens have lived together peacefully (well, at least no blood drawn and no need for vet visits – all cats spat now and then) for three years now…
I hope this helps.