Not my adjustments! The surviving cats!
Everyone wants to be the top cat.
They all think they are the top cat (and in their own way they are).
Without the old cat Jake around to (gently) correct inappropriate behavior (that would be anything that affected him negatively like food theft, sunspot usurping, pee lumps in his litter box, etc.), the other cats are working to figure out their new role.
Pets don’t leave wills. Jake didn’t bequeath his cushy bed to anyone. Someone will have to claim it. Someone will have to discipline youngster Morgan. No one wants his eating spot. I don’t know why. It’s secluded and the dishes are elevated so you don’t have to bend down as far.
Maybe it’s because he would bop them when they went there. Or because he ate everything and there never was anything to nosh on. Only Morgan will venture there but even she prefers to eat on her counter.
I wanted to simplify my routine as they all eat in different rooms. I’ve not had great success influencing them. I did get Hazel to change dining spots but not to Jake’s. Mollie flatly refused to eat unless the food was exactly where it has been for the past ten years.
All four cats used to join us in the family room for TV. Some would nap and some watched the movements on the TV (Big Bang was their favorite). Immediately after his death, none came in. It was just the beloved husband and me.
Jake would squish between us and expect to be scratched and petted. Of course he was. We all did whatever Jake wanted although he wasn’t the alpha.
Seven pound Mollie has always been the alpha cat. She’s the only one who could push Jake off the large bed. She was kind. She did it by sticking her wet nose in his ear, something he hated. He never disciplined her. It wouldn’t be proper because she was the alpha queen.
Newcomer Morgan who is twice as tall as Mollie and five pounds heavier is keeping her eyes open for opportunity. She rarely naps and is quick. Poor Mollie has to be on her game all the time.
Hazel, shy and backward and the extreme opposite of alpha, is starting to come out of her shell (after living here for nine years). For the past week she has been sitting with us. It’s quite an accomplishment. Hazel likes her space. If you get too close, she is so out of there. She actually touches us now.
Jake was not close to any of the cats although they all got along. I wonder what they think happened to him. I can’t tell.
Today I am (finally) washing Jake’s bed. He only had two teeth so he was a drooley sleeper the last year or so and his bed shows it. I wonder if someone else will venture into its deep cushioning and take a nap.
Only time will tell.