Sweetie vs. Samson
Last weekend Sweetie and I headed down to Portland, primarily to pick up Samson (the cat), who had been staying with the grandparents during the move. Now that the three of us are one big happy family it's been interesting watching Sweetie and Samson start to warm to each other.
In the past the relationship has been a tense one to say the least. Samson, despite his being a homosexual, has suffered from an Oedipal Complex since I picked him up at the animal shelter 10-1/2 years ago. This meant Sweetie got to have his clothes pissed on by the cat on at least a couple of occasions. Yet Sweetie was still willing to let the cat move into the condo. AMAZING!
The first night the tension continued. But I was about ready to send the cat packing that night, so I can't blame Sweetie for anything. Take a cat who doesn't like change, stuff him full of valium, put him in a car for 4 hours, then put him into a new environment with just a few things he knows from his past and it's a disaster waiting to happen. While coming down off the drugs and wandering the new digs the cat squawked all night long. Woke both Sweetie and I up at 4:15 am. NOT a fun night.
But I think the cat is starting to realize that he's been dealt his cards and now he needs to make the most of it. One of the most endearing qualities of the cat, in my opinion, is his ability to know when you are sick or having a tough time with things and becoming ultra-snuggle kitty at that time. Sweetie's running a mild fever tonight and has been sprawled out on the couch. I can see Samson is torn between his wariness of Sweetie and the ultra-snuggle kitty instinct. He's circling the couch, pacing a protective barrier around Sweetie, and is also standing on the floor, putting his paws up on the edge of the couch, WANTING to jump up there and snuggle but not quite ready to.
So maybe, just maybe, the cat is becoming a little less psycho. Or maybe he's just old and can't handle the anger any longer. Either way, I'll take it.
In the past the relationship has been a tense one to say the least. Samson, despite his being a homosexual, has suffered from an Oedipal Complex since I picked him up at the animal shelter 10-1/2 years ago. This meant Sweetie got to have his clothes pissed on by the cat on at least a couple of occasions. Yet Sweetie was still willing to let the cat move into the condo. AMAZING!
The first night the tension continued. But I was about ready to send the cat packing that night, so I can't blame Sweetie for anything. Take a cat who doesn't like change, stuff him full of valium, put him in a car for 4 hours, then put him into a new environment with just a few things he knows from his past and it's a disaster waiting to happen. While coming down off the drugs and wandering the new digs the cat squawked all night long. Woke both Sweetie and I up at 4:15 am. NOT a fun night.
But I think the cat is starting to realize that he's been dealt his cards and now he needs to make the most of it. One of the most endearing qualities of the cat, in my opinion, is his ability to know when you are sick or having a tough time with things and becoming ultra-snuggle kitty at that time. Sweetie's running a mild fever tonight and has been sprawled out on the couch. I can see Samson is torn between his wariness of Sweetie and the ultra-snuggle kitty instinct. He's circling the couch, pacing a protective barrier around Sweetie, and is also standing on the floor, putting his paws up on the edge of the couch, WANTING to jump up there and snuggle but not quite ready to.
So maybe, just maybe, the cat is becoming a little less psycho. Or maybe he's just old and can't handle the anger any longer. Either way, I'll take it.
posted by Swankette at 10:20 PM
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