It bothers me when what I thought was a safe place to share negative feelings isn't. What's the point in creating that space only to later reprimand people from sharing anything but levity? Oh well, I know when to walk away. (I'm not talking about this thread, which has been supportive.)
Thanks, not really anymore with the new emotions piled on top (feels like I got sucker punched), but your concern really helps.
My new medicine is making me blow up like a sex doll. I've gained 11 pounds. My stomach is like a bottomless pit right now. I just ate three hot dogs and I'm hungry for a bowl of cereal.
2 months of this shit and supposedly it's because I'm on the mend. Well, all I know is that my writing is hazy and painful (when I can churn anything out at all), I've been close to tears for 3 days (which is pissing me off) and the blood feelings are back. Progress, I spit on thee.
I could be stating the obvious here but have you tried Feliway? You can get it in spray or diffuser and it can help with a host of feline behavioural problems. I know cat owners that have used it to chill out aggressive, territorial behaviours, as well as scratching, hiding and spraying. Might be worth considering if you haven't tried it already.
Yeah, I have it. I bought it when I first tried to fix the problem. We also put up shelves around the house so they could have an "escape route" if there was ever a confrontation. All of that really seemed to help. But then they started fighting again... lol Fortunately, it hasn't become a regular occurrence like it was before, so I'm relieved.
That's better than all out confrontation at least. My two pretty much hate each other but put on a front for my sake. I nanny-cammed them once out of curiosity while I went shopping, and on playback it looked like a scene from WW3.
Oh, geez, that'd be terrible!! Fortunately, I don't work so I'm always home. And I'm always afraid to leave them alone. When we went on our honeymoon a few months ago, we had my husband's sister come by every day to check on them and make sure there were no dead cats. However, I did come home to a puddle of pee in the kitchen surrounded by cat fur... So someone got into it pretty hard.
In a down phase. I don't know if it's triggered or just organic. I thought all day that I was tired, but now I'm pretty sure I'm just sad.
Had a bit of a panic attack tonight and decided get up and move and clean. It's now 5am. This has never happened before.
I don't know how you feel about this, but if these were my cats I'd look into finding one of them another good home. It can't be good for either of them to be so stressed all the time. Obviously they don't get along, and if a cat (or person) can't feel safe, happy and unharrassed in their own home, then where? It might be better to give them a kitty divorce and let one of them go. You'd be doing them both a big favour.
My mouse died. I only had him for two days, but he was such a sweet little guy. I knew he was getting sick too. I called eight different people/groups today to try to rehome him so that he'd get better care, and no one would take him. At least I tried.. I hope he was happy during the last two days of life.
I'm wide awake. It's 2.40am and I can't sleep - again - so I'm downstairs on the sofa with the laptop so Hubs can get a decent nights kip. Which I know he won't do because he hates it when I'm not there. It's a catch 22. Either I'm there, keeping him awake with my fidgeting or I'm keeping him awake because I'm not there. He went from snorring his head off to sitting up and asking "what's up?" as soon as I put my hand on the bedroom door handle. After 19 years of marriage (and we still have a good sex life) I guess I should be flattered he can't sleep without me. I just wish I could sleep!
It cost $280.00 for the vet to tell me my cat is in good health.... I am glad he is healthy I have had him for 14 years but damn...
You know, you can have someone ignore you for most of the day, and then claw you later for little or no cost. Just saying.
My cat regularly tries to trip me up. But more often than not, when I'm writing, he either shares my chair or he curls up in his donut bed on my desk.