|Shaved, Tilly's Fur is Like Velvet|
This old girl has taken to periodically crying at the top of her lungs until her favorite human (my SO) takes to the couch. Alternately, she will scratch the wall for a nails on chalkboard sound or make low, maddening vocalizations like an evil metronome.
If he closes her out of his office she’ll claw the door, all the while screaming louder. We struggle off and on all day trying to appease and quiet her. Feeding her helps for a time, though not always. We can only hope the satisfaction of a little canned cat food will put her to sleep for a while.
I’ve suggested placing a cat bed on a corner of SO’s desk. He counters that she can’t get up and down on her own. ~sigh~ It’s frustrating, especially when we are trying to talk, make a phone call, or just plain concentrate.
Some days I pick her up and walk around the house so she can sniff things above her reach and look out the windows from my arms. This seldom quiets her for longer than she wants to be held.
Sad to say, sometimes we resort to shouting. I honestly think she likes the negative attention like the proverbial middle child, which she sort of was before Luna passed away. When her actions become too much, we might flat out leave the house for a while. I’ve spent many hours hiding out at a favorite market’s mezzanine with my laptop.
The other morning Tilly surprised me by joining me where I usually sit in the evenings. She loved on my for a few minutes with head bumps and paw pats, then went to sleep (!) on her favorite lap blanket sans preferred human. That cat stayed there, silent, for several hours while I wrote and listened to music, even staying put when I got up for this or that.
Thinking perhaps my odd writing spot might mollify her the next day, I set up my lap desk there once again. The photo at top was taken when she first jumped up. Check out how she settled in.
Peace at last! What a relief.
As a bonus, Jezebel got behind me. That was pretty
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|Sweet Dreams, Kitty|