No post today would be complete without a little review. For the cats it was a crazy year. We lost Mollie, who had been very healthy until she wasn’t, in May. Vet offices were reworking protocols and the care she got wasn’t stellar. I had trouble getting vets to listen to me. I am convinced she was misdiagnosed and treated inappropriately. It was heartbreaking for all as she was a favorite who mothered all the other cats. RIP Mollie.
Gus came to join us in the summer. He wasn’t young at 3. He was a confirmed bachelor. First Gracie took a shine to him and stayed in the cat room with him often during his acclimation period. They were buds until he was given general access throughout the house. Sasha, always the rebel, gave him growlies for a while but the attraction was too strong. They are a couple.
The grays don’t like the sleeping in a puddle of cats but both Sasha and Gus do so all worked out well. Gus is doing very well here.
Adopting an adult cat is not like adopting a kitten or young cat. As my mom would say, “he’s set in his ways” and that didn’t include huggies, face smooshies and nose boops. We converted him. The rescue folks said it couldn’t be done. Ha!
Everyone else has been healthy. They’ve been enjoying all the empty boxes that are sitting around but wonder what it all means. Queue scary music here.
Our house wishes your house a great weekend.