I have had a headache for that last week straight. Sometimes it’s killer, other times it actually feels like it’s going away. I think it’s all the stress since we came back from holiday, but thankfully all the things we’ve been stressing over have been sorted out.
Some things aren’t worth mentioning, so I won’t get into them. I do have an update on the cat situation though.
Lets recap… a week ago Friday the cats went to the shelter. 24 hours later the shelter calls telling us to come get them because Spencer has gone bezerk. Friday night a lady calls that found the cats on Marktplaats (a site where I had advertised them) asking if I’ve found a home for them. They come and meet the cats, staying at our place till 1am. On Saturday evening we take the cats to them to help them settle in.
On Monday I get an email while at work. Spencer was starting to act out, getting up on shelves and swiping at her when she tried to get him down. I phoned her to tell her that he was probably just scared and that it would be best if she gave him some space and let him come to her. I hadn’t heard anything else for a few days so I assumed they had started getting along.
Then I got this on Wednesday:
Can you please come tonight any time and get Spencer, if you insist Salem too. This morning everything went very wrong when no warnings around to see Spencer attacked again (after the nicest of morning greetings). This time I ended up at the doctor – he decided not to stitch my hand but I got antibiotics and a Tetnus shot… and I think I lost my sun glasses there too. No longer impressed sorry, he’s all yours again.
Okaaay, so maybe they weren’t getting along so well after all. Dammit!
Xander and I discussed our options at length and after deciding and re-deciding what feels like a million times, we ended up going and picking up Spencer. Just Spencer. The reason being that he is getting older and set in his ways and just refuses to live with anyone but us (seriously, in our house we can swing him by the ears and he’d never flash a nail, never.). We also agreed that it would be easier to maintain a house with one cat rather than two.
It absolutely broke my heart leaving Salem behind. When we were there he was rubbing all up against me and in my mind was saying ‘Take me home!’. Needless to say I spent all evening in tears when we got back home, wondering if we had made the right decision… AGAIN.
Now that a few days have passed I’m sure we did. Salem is getting along great in his new home and Spencer is home with us and quieter than I’ve ever seen him. Maybe he’s scared to death we are going to ship him off again!
I’m not even religious and yet I pray to god that this entire ordeal is over. It may seem like a silly thing to some but deciding to re-home your pets is a big decision and within the last week we’ve had to make that decision numerous times. Now I think we can finally relax and adapt to the new situation.
At the moment the family feels a little incomplete without Salem but I’m reminding myself that he is in a good home where he is the ‘only child’, which means he’s getting a lot more attention than he’d probably get here with us. All I can do is take their word for it that he is happy.
Ok well that’s about all this pounding headache will let me write. Back later with more (hopefully non-cat related) news.