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More on the grey-haired step-child
Jul. 15th, 2002 11:43 amVleah. I'd rejoice - Calvin came up to my room last night and stayed until about 4 in the morning.
Unfortunately, at four in the morning, he hacked up a hairball on my floor and fled for the lower realms, and I was left tossing and turning, with Hobbes trying to get under the covers. I finally gave up on snoozing the alarm clock and got up at 7. I wouldn't have, except that I'm the only one here this morning. It's almost eleven, and I haven't read a single slash story. That's criminal, yo.
Calvin.
In the warm light of morning, things don't look quite so bleak. (Even if I am a bit grumpy and half-aware. Naaaaap...)
My latest theory involves Laurier. I already know that Calvin's wary of my room because Laurier considers it his territory. I've seen Laurier snooping around the downstairs litterbox, and I wonder if his presence has been preventing Calvin from using it.
I think the heat's making Laurier cranky. He had a lovely cool basement to hide in last year, but this year all he's got is... well, not much. Plus, he's part Maine Coon, and he's got gobs and gobs of thick, heavy fur. I've started leaving the downstairs bathroom open for him - for all the cats, because that's easily the coolest room in the house when it really heats up. I haven't caught them lounging on the cool tile yet, but I want it available for them.
Laurier's always had tiffs with Calvin, sometimes with Hobbes, but he's also started taking swipes at Thor lately.
We'll see how letting Calvin outside occasionally, plus the bathroom thing, works, before taking him back to the vet for a chemical solution.
Unfortunately, at four in the morning, he hacked up a hairball on my floor and fled for the lower realms, and I was left tossing and turning, with Hobbes trying to get under the covers. I finally gave up on snoozing the alarm clock and got up at 7. I wouldn't have, except that I'm the only one here this morning. It's almost eleven, and I haven't read a single slash story. That's criminal, yo.
Calvin.
In the warm light of morning, things don't look quite so bleak. (Even if I am a bit grumpy and half-aware. Naaaaap...)
My latest theory involves Laurier. I already know that Calvin's wary of my room because Laurier considers it his territory. I've seen Laurier snooping around the downstairs litterbox, and I wonder if his presence has been preventing Calvin from using it.
I think the heat's making Laurier cranky. He had a lovely cool basement to hide in last year, but this year all he's got is... well, not much. Plus, he's part Maine Coon, and he's got gobs and gobs of thick, heavy fur. I've started leaving the downstairs bathroom open for him - for all the cats, because that's easily the coolest room in the house when it really heats up. I haven't caught them lounging on the cool tile yet, but I want it available for them.
Laurier's always had tiffs with Calvin, sometimes with Hobbes, but he's also started taking swipes at Thor lately.
We'll see how letting Calvin outside occasionally, plus the bathroom thing, works, before taking him back to the vet for a chemical solution.
