Upstairs cat, downstairs cat
May 4th, 2008 by windyCleo is retarded. It’s the only answer to my current problem involving two very stupid, yet loving cats.
Last week Link had to go into the vet because he was feeling quite ill and not acting like himself. While I welcomed the lack of constant meowing and head-butting, I was a bit concerned for my fat lump of a cat who used to wake me up in the morning by stepping on my face meowing in a “FEED ME” kind of tone. His check-up did not go particularly well, however his issues seem to be worthy of improvement. Not certain yet if the odds are greatly increased by pocket depth or miracle pills. That will be decided after a few follow up visits.
For now, the problem plaguing the apartment is that Cleo has not been kind to Link since he returned home on Wednesday. She has appeared to flip out completely and hisses and/or growls when he comes within 10 feet. Mind you, the two are litter-mates. They have lived together for over 9 years. They have always gotten along in that time. Link has been to the vet in the past and returned home with Cleo none the wiser. Not this time. She has retreated to the upper level and won’t come down.
I must say that despite the initial irritation of having to transfer food, water and litter accessories to the upstairs for Cleo, I quite enjoy having one cat per floor. I actually get to sleep on my pillow at night and I don’t have to trip over hungry cats as I walk downstairs in the mornings.