Adjusting
Posted By Russ Emerson on January 31, 2008 at 10:18 am
Among the many things my Mom did while she was here was distributing Mycah’s food. The cat, naturally, came to look on Mom as the Best Human In The House.
Now that Mom’s gone, Mycah is having to readjust to the status quo ante. By inserting an extra meal into her routine, I’ve already got her back on a feeding schedule that matches the hours I keep as a night-shift worker. Last night, though, at her old dinner time, she came upstairs and asked me rather politely for her dinner now, please.
By “politely,” I mean she didn’t brandish a handgun.
I temporarily placated her with her dose of hairball remedy treats, but she was still puzzled: where’s the Nice Lady Who Fed Me And Skritched Me And Was So Nice To Me?
Mycah then spent most of the rest of my shift plopped down by my chair, where I could reach down and skritch her or give her a tummy-rub from time to time.
Finally, my shift ended, and as I got up, she recognized her moment and dashed ahead of me downstairs and waited — meowing non-stop — until I fed her.
I think she really misses my Mom. I see her looking around, searching for Nice Lady. I suspect Mom misses Mycah too, but there’s another cat back home that needs Mom’s attention.
After such an upsetting couple of days of lifestyle adjustments, Mycah needed a chance to recharge:
KITTY!!!