I’m just going to acknowledge first and foremost that my mother isn’t going to like what I’m about to share with you. Nope. She’s already shared her feelings, but, I’m going to have to go out on a limb and do something she’s not going to be excited about (sorry mom). I’m getting a new kitty-cat. Since we had to put our long-time pal Delilah down in November, our little kitty Shasta just hasn’t really figured things out without her. We picked Shasta up when she was a kitten, and the hubs picked up Delilah from the pound in Santa Barbara. I lived with Delilah for almost 10 years, and have had Shasta for just about seven.
It’s hard to explain to someone who doesn’t have pets at home what it’s like having pets. I love having animals around, heck, I’m partial to fish, too. But, when your pet isn’t right, it’s the worst thing ever. They can’t just come out and tell you, “hey, I’m feeling a bit lonely.” They do what they do, which usually involves behaving in a way that isn’t fantastic, sometimes annoying, and often darn-right-out-of-control horrible.
So, when we walked in the house the night we put Delilah down and Shasta saw she was now the lone cat of the house, she let out a truly sorrowful yeowl that caused both the hubs and I to succumb to horrid gasping dry heaving bawling.
And, guess what? The Shasta cat hasn’t stopped yeoooooowling.
She meeeeeeeeeows all hours of the day and night. It’s not like a social “what’s up” kind of meow, it’s a “I’m lost” kind of meow.
And, it’s the worst.
We’ve been up with her in the middle of the night, we’ve given her loads of extra attention, we’ve played with her, we’ve talked with her, we’ve chased her, we’ve thrown things at her, and we’ve doused her with the water gun.
She’s still yeooowling.
Getting rid of the Shasta cat isn’t an option.
So, another kitty-cat it is.