The results of the poll wherein I asked if y’all could guess which cat has handled this move far better than we expected:
Alice: 63
Archie: 11
Dewey: 8
Frankie: 14
Jake: 7
Joe Bob: 41
Kara: 110
Khal Drogo: 123
Maxi: 99
Newt: 12
Stefan: 18
I just want to click on something: 25
And the cats who are handling this whole thing far better than we expected are… drumroll please…
Maxi.
And Archie!
I was most worried about Archie because he has such a low tolerance for anything. But with that said, he also never attacks cats or humans, and the worst he does is unleash a hellcat growl. If given the chance, he’ll stomp off and find a place to cool down. I worried that being inside 24/7 would drive him crazy but – while he would clearly like to be outside – he spends a lot of time calmly sitting at the window, watching the world go by, and curled up in a cat bed.
Fred was most worried about Maxi because she gets very hissy and growly at the other cats, and will attack if they get too close to her, especially when there’s food involved. I’m not kidding when I say that she wishes other cats did not exist. I’m pretty sure she would LOVE to be an only cat. But with that said, she is spending the better part of her day curled up on the heated blanket on the couch and when she gets too warm she moves to a non-heated area for a while. She plays a little, eats a little, and the other cats are pretty much giving her a wide berth, and so there’s been very little drama from her. (Although Jake did do a little stalking the other day and she got pretty irate.)
It’s funny to me that Khal Drogo got the most votes because while he’s an ANGEL during the day, and he even slept on my bed for a few hours (WITH me in it!) one night, he continues to be a complete nightmare at night.
After two nights with our sleep constantly interrupted by his howling (and that boy can work up some VOLUME), we finally shut him downstairs when we went to bed. Basically he, Kara, Maxi and (I think) Jake had the living room (front and back) and kitchen to run around in, and everyone else was upstairs with us. (Well, with me. Fred sleeps with his door shut because he continues to proclaim that he’s a light sleeper. YEAH, RIGHT.)
We had one night of decent sleep, and then the next night Khal figured out the perfect pitch and volume so that the sleeping humans would clearly hear his woes from a floor away. I mean, I sleep with ear plugs in and had a pillow over my head and could still clearly hear him. Fred finally got up around 1:30 and went downstairs to snooze on the couch. Every time Khal started up, Fred would call him over and pet him, which would quiet him for a little while.
I don’t want to put him in the garage, because I fear that his voice will carry over to the neighbor’s house and I don’t want the neighbors to start hating us already. Fred has gotten the first part of the cat fence up, and hopefully before too much longer it’ll be up completely and we can allow at least Khal to have some outside time, which will maybe calm him down.
In the meantime, my white noise machine has arrived, so I’m planning to give that thing a workout.
(If that doesn’t work, then I’m just going to stay up all night and sleep all day!)
Angel brat.
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Stefan ain’t no night owl. He does, however, like to sleep at the end of my bed, exactly where my feet prefer to be, and between Stefan at my feet and Frankie pressed up against me, I wake up in the oddest twisted positions. I’m not complaining about those two, though – at least they’re QUIET.
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Previously
2016: In summation: might be pregnant, but I don’t think she is. We’ll see!
2015: “She’s sniffing my tail again, isn’t she?”
2014: No entry.
2013: Paulie doesn’t have the most graceful of dismounts.
2012: DO NOT BE FOOLED.
2011: We start with the ducks, standing around looking confused (this is their natural state).
2010: Now, I ask you – how is that “just under” two pounds?
2009: Mike, on the other hand, would have slept on my face if I’d let him.
2008: No entry.
2007: If I got a really bad cold AND the cats made it a 24-hour barf-o-rama around here. That would be FABULOUS.
2006: It’s tough to pet 5 milling kittens when you only have two hands, believe you me.
2005: No entry.