When things change adjustments happen. Then readjustments. It’s been five weeks since we lost Mollie. I always wonder what cats think when one of them goes into the porthole to hell (cat carrier) and doesn’t return.
When Hazel left, Morgan was affected. They were besties. She would look for her and was a lot less active. Hazel’s passing was abrupt. She didn’t feel well for a very short time (at least that we saw) so we were all shocked.
Mollie’s last two weeks were difficult. Sasha would snuggle with her and the other two cats would sit with her in the guest bedroom. A show of support? Or calculating who would get which favorite spot? Afterward Sasha didn’t show any signs of curiosity. Do they know? There were changes with the two grays.
Morgan is now the elder cat at eight years old. She moved into that position with dignity. She took over Mollie’s bed which was too small for her so I bought the same model in the next size up and put it in the same location. She has also taken over bopping Sasha when she gets out of control. It’s as if she knows that she is the supreme leader now. All hail Morgan!
Gracie is an odd cat. She’s friendly but quirky. She took over Mollie’s big floor beds which have a lot of cushioning. She has also moved upstairs. In her last year Mollie spent most of her time upstairs and now Gracie seems to be doing the same. Gracie is somewhere between 5 and 7 so she’s not a young cat but not senior either.
It’s been interesting watching the cats adjust. I have a great crew and I’m grateful for that. Everyone gets along (there is the occasional head bop when appropriate). No aggression. No litter problems. At the moment no one is sick. I am blessed. How can I screw this up?