Things are going very well indeed at The Cat Harem. Silver is out and about and bunting everything in reach. And when I came home Sunday night after the AA meeting, he was up in cat tree #4, the one with the enclosed box at the top. This put him seven feet off the floor, higher then Czarina in her window sill heated bed, in an enclosed, dark space, and able to look down at me. What more could a cat want?
Czarina continues to sulk, but not as much as before. She is back to getting close to me when I eat, so as to remind me how she is a bag of skin and bones and will keel over from starvation if I don’t feed her my human food. Max continues to try and be friends with the new cats, but they mostly brush him off.
Fluffy is getting out and about some more, spending less time under the bed. Still quite shy.
But this very morning, I woke up at 9 AM with Silver on my bed as usual, at the foot of the bed. It is a double bed, by the way. Silver is now my all night companion, or at least when he isn’t prowling around. Then Fluffy came out from under the bed, jumped on to the bed, went near Silver and began grooming him. Then Max showed up, and, after a bit of encouragement, jumped up, came to my pillow, and allowed himself to be petted. Then Czarina showed up, jumped on the bed, got on top of me, and so I petted her with my left hand, petted Max with my right hand, with Fluffy and Silver looking on. Four cats on the bed at the same time, with no hissing or other overt hostility. It doesn’t get better then this.
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Yesterday I had a short session with my therapist, my first in three months. Things are going so well that we may terminate therapy soon. My next appointment is in four months, and that may be the last one. She will be on call, of course, if I have an emergency. But for the moment it can be said that the antidepressant is working just fine, there are no obvious side effects, and I do not seem to be backsliding into that dark depression that sneaked up on me.
THANKS! Talula.
O yes, and my tax preparer finished my Federal and State taxes, and we sent a copy to the Chapter 13 Trustee. I am not sure what the Trustee will think of all that overtime pay, which is the only reason I have not joined the 70% or more who fail their Chapter 13 plans. Still, so far, so good.
7 April 2004
When I woke up this morning, only Silver was on my bed. A quick check of the apartment found Fluffy relaxed in the right-hand living room window sill heated bed. She no longer seems to feel the need to hide under my bed. And once again it was time for Czarina’s weekly fluids injection for her kidney problems. She was rather well behaved this time around. Max continues to beg for more attention, no matter how much I give him. But I didn’t notice any hissing or other hostile signs the last 24 hours. Then again, who knows what is going on when I am sleeping or at work?
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Meanwhile, my farcical soap opera of a life, badly written by a committee, lurches onwards. When I was in Norman, window shopping in JC PENNEY, I was approached by a sales lady who wanted me to fill out a credit card application! I did, because I knew that if it was denied (well, duh) I could order a free copy of my credit report.
Yup, denied, with the notation of “Bankruptcy proceeding,, credit counseling or creditor settlement”. Gee whiz. So I sent off for a copy of my credit report from Equifax. A small start on my rehabilitation, to use that good old Stalinist terminology. Of course Czarina insisted on “helping” me whilst I typed the letter.