Aww, that is good news, bonny, and a good human!
Spike's Bitches 48: I Say, We Go Out There, and Kick a Little Demon Ass.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I've been clearing out his side of the bed. Finding all his little toys and gadgets. Passing judgement on keeping, donating, or throwing out. Remembering him buying things or making them or what he was going to do with them when he got home.
It's just pain, just aftershocks. I know, just. But the only way out is through, and damn, the man never threw anything away.
edit: and damn, I'm pissed at the universe.
Connie, I'm sorry. It's so hard.
bonny, that is a good human! I'm glad he found Coco.
Right now, the biggest annoyance in my world is a bully cat who runs from one food dish to the next to push the other cats away from the food. He also responds with fear-aggression to my old Leo, even when Leo isn't trying to fight. There's plenty of food, there's Feliway everywhere, there are plenty of cat-friendly spaces, I play with them and keep the litter boxes clean. I don't know what to do to calm this cat down.
You get to be pissed at the universe, Connie.
But the only way out is through
Yes, but you get to take as many time outs as you need.
As are fall-downs and regressions. It's...well, it doesn't feel ok, but it's too be expected and let yourself.
Can you feed the bully cat in a different room, Zenkitty?
Just roll with it, Connie. Fighting it only prolongs the pain. And accept offers of help if you need to. My sister ended up going through the majority of Rob's clothes. I couldn't face it.
Can you feed the bully cat in a different room, Zenkitty?
When I put him and his food in a different room and close the door, he forgets the food and wails and scratches at the closed door until he's freed. The other cats gather at the closed door as if in deep concern. No one eats. I'm currently feeding him in the kitchen and the other two in the dining room, but he just leaves his food and runs to theirs.
You get to be pissed at the universe, Connie.
Truer words...
When I really need to keep Harvey out of Sammie's dish, I sit in between them. Continually redirecting him to his dish is a pain, but it gets the job done.