When we introduced Eric to Snowball and Wily last June, we figured that by this point in time they’d all be getting on famously. We forgot one thing: Snowball.
Snowball isn’t the most sociable of cats. She loves Joe, she puts up with my attention if Joe’s not there, and she shows utter disdain for any other human. Didain is fine, we can deal with it. It’s her opinion of other cats that causes problems. She is the tortured middle-child, the only girl amongst boys. The boys annoy her simply by being present in the same room, or sitting on the chair that she was ABOUT TO SIT ON, DAMNIT, or by coming to Joe or I for a cuddle. Eric knows which buttons to press, and there’s many a time I’ve caught him just about to tap her with his paw. This provokes such a furious response that you’d have thought he’d have learned not to do it by now.
I’m getting a little tired of living in a house where the fur flies every day. The solution? To tire all three cats out so much that they don’t even notice when the others are there. This has necessitated the purchase of Bob the Fish.
Snowball is Not Impressed with Bob the Fish, because he has a bell, therefore sounds like a collar, therefore sounds like Another Cat. (Wily won’t go near it, or the camera, or anyone today.)
Eric, however, has rediscovered his kittenhood, found all his (and Snowball and Wily’s) old toys, and is spending so much time playing that he hasn’t got time or energy to piss the other two off.
Result.
Yes, we are still sick, and no, I don’t have time for emotions right now. D is just about keeping down 10-20ml sugary water at a time, being fed from a syringe, refusing a bottle. How the fuck we’re supposed to get antibiotics into him I don’t know. Doctor says he’s not dehydrated enough to need hospital yet, they’ll just do exactly the same thing as us. I am just looking forward to getting through this rough patch and having my happy little monster back again.
