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My beloved step-child
Jul. 14th, 2002 09:28 pmHe is easily the softest cat I have ever touched.
I started looking after him and his brother five and half years ago, when I started dating Nathan. At first I insisted that Nathan clean up after them, and then they slowly wormed their way into my affections, until three and a half years ago, when I left Georgia and took the cats with me.
He's always been aloof, but will turn into a kitten on your lap, purring and kneading slowly, belly and claws bared.
Not once in five and half years has he been this much trouble. He's 'anointed' my laundry from time to time, but it didn't seem significant to me; it was a lapse on my part, and easily rectified. Not until it became systematic, not until recently.
He was Nathan's cat from the beginning - begging him for attention until the day there was only me.
It's not physical, the vet has decreed, and it's not the dog, and it's not the smell, and it could be Laurier or the heat, but I don't really know. I've tried so many things; I'm at the end of my wits and my rope, and I have to keep thinking of what's best for Calvin.
He would jump on my lap while I was on the computer, all but prevent me from using the mouse by head-butting my hand until I pet him.
Lori's bed, my couch, Ali's bed, Jenny's laundry, both of the bachelor couches, and now, twice, guest's sleeping bags. It can't continue like this, and I don't know anything but to call Nathan and ask him. Ask him if he wants his cat.
He doesn't come into my room anymore.
I don't think I can keep him. I'm scared that Nathan will want Hobbes back, too. I'm scared that he can't, and I'll call Jenn, and she won't, and I'll have this neurotic cat on my hands. I couldn't take him to a shelter than euthanizes - I just couldn't.
I don't want to give him up.
I started looking after him and his brother five and half years ago, when I started dating Nathan. At first I insisted that Nathan clean up after them, and then they slowly wormed their way into my affections, until three and a half years ago, when I left Georgia and took the cats with me.
He's always been aloof, but will turn into a kitten on your lap, purring and kneading slowly, belly and claws bared.
Not once in five and half years has he been this much trouble. He's 'anointed' my laundry from time to time, but it didn't seem significant to me; it was a lapse on my part, and easily rectified. Not until it became systematic, not until recently.
He was Nathan's cat from the beginning - begging him for attention until the day there was only me.
It's not physical, the vet has decreed, and it's not the dog, and it's not the smell, and it could be Laurier or the heat, but I don't really know. I've tried so many things; I'm at the end of my wits and my rope, and I have to keep thinking of what's best for Calvin.
He would jump on my lap while I was on the computer, all but prevent me from using the mouse by head-butting my hand until I pet him.
Lori's bed, my couch, Ali's bed, Jenny's laundry, both of the bachelor couches, and now, twice, guest's sleeping bags. It can't continue like this, and I don't know anything but to call Nathan and ask him. Ask him if he wants his cat.
He doesn't come into my room anymore.
I don't think I can keep him. I'm scared that Nathan will want Hobbes back, too. I'm scared that he can't, and I'll call Jenn, and she won't, and I'll have this neurotic cat on my hands. I couldn't take him to a shelter than euthanizes - I just couldn't.
I don't want to give him up.
