SOME of us are extremely busy at our day job. It is not easy to keep the furniture in place, or to keep the rug from bunching. And you thought YOU had stressful tasks?
3 CATS. 3 BEDS. Each cat in a bed AT THE SAME TIME!!!
I WON!!!!!!!!!! (and I don’t care that the quality of the photo is terrible. I had to do panoramic in a dark room. But I have PROOF!!!!)
We all attribute to Albert Einstein the saying that “The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again, but expecting different results” (even though it’s fairly certain he never DID say that). I have a NEW definition of insanity, one with which I think many of you will agree.
The definition of insanity is “expecting cat behavior to make sense or conform to prior cat behavior”. My cats are in league to drive me crazy (or crazier than I am already). I absolutely MUST get healthy and get OUT of the house and AWAY from them.
Cat beds. I will never ever again buy a bed for a cat. My dog was wonderful. I bought her a bed and she used it. She was CONSISTENT in where she slept and what she did. She was, in hindsight, perfect.
BC spent the day today in what I have been calling her bed in front of the fireplace. GC spent the day on the red couch, in my husband’s seat, keeping company with the WC, who was in HER familiar spot on the back of the red couch. Until we went in and spoke to them. Apparently THAT changed the aura in the house.
WC is now comfortably ensconced in the ORIGINAL cat bed – the one that was hers, until GC gave it cooties. BC – in her bed. GC – on the radiator. My husband saw her approach what we thought was now her bed. GC saw WC in the bed and turned around and went to the radiator. (Actually she went and sat on MY work chair because I was not in it at the moment. When I chased her off so that I could sit she headed to the radiator.)
3 cats. 3 beds. One might think that every cat could have a bed. But apparently that is NOT how cats think. Apparently the original bed no longer has cooties. Apparently the newest bed is unappealing. Apparently WC has a new game – driving me bonkers. I do not care HOW ill I feel next week – I am NOT working from home!!!!
Or “Post In Which I Give Up Entirely”
Last night I tried yet again to give the new cat bed to WC. Why? Because when SHE owned the first bed, she seemed to really enjoy it. Remember she gave up her perch on the red couch in the sunroom to be in the darker living room IN THE BED. I took that to mean that she liked the bed and the concept of ‘bed’.
Before I settled in to read, I tossed the new bed on the floor in front of the fire. That had seemed acceptable the night before. Indeed, WC went over to check it out. First she sat next to it for several minutes. I pretended to not notice. 🙂
I watched her stand in the bed, sniffing it. No cooties – GC has not yet sat in this bed. WC sat in it. She faced the fireplace, she turned around and faced the chair. I could see the discontent on her little furry face. So expressive. She never curled up in it. After a few minutes of sitting, and finding it lacking, she walked away. She returned to her perch on the red couch. All the rest of us (GC, BC and I) were in the living room, enjoying the fire. But not WC.
This morning the bed was still on the rug in front of the fireplace. My husband remarked that BC was in the bed! I got up to see for myself. Indeed, BC was curled up in the bed. WC was standing there next to her. You can see by WC’s expression that she is NOT pleased. (Contrary to what I post here, there ARE occasions when WC IS pleased. Usually, however, they involve her in my lap being brushed and not only is it hard to take a picture of her when I’m brushing her but my primary view is of her back. Sometimes she turns a blissful face towards me.) BC has now spent most of the day curled up in the bed, except for a little while when she was on my lap. WC is in the sunroom on the red couch, GC is on the couch in HER bed in the living room. Fine. You can all sit wherever you want. This is no longer MY problem. 🙂
I thought I’d ‘won’. Finally! I was sitting in the living room chair reading. GC was nowhere to be seen. WC approached the ugly brown couch where TWO cat beds were situated – one on either end. She jumped up on the couch and began sniffing the new bed. I pretended to ignore her. 🙂 I knew if I LOOKED at her it would spoil EVERYTHING. NO LOOKING!!! WC has very strict rules. I held my breath as she actually stood on the bed, then sat. I didn’t think it was going well – she had a distinctly dubious expression. She began sniffing the couch. Are there cooties here???? The sniff test seemed to go well but then fate intervened.
GC jumped up on the couch, between the two beds. I don’t know if it is because GC smells ‘wrong’ (she is not in great health) or if her presence was merely offensive in and of its own right, but WC, who is not really known for being aggressive, hissed loudly. GC looked at her. This was apparently also a mistake. WC batted at GC several times and jumped to the floor, stalking off. I quickly took the ‘new’ bed and tossed it on the floor in front of the fireplace. Heaven forbid GC sniffed it or touched it in any way!!! I don’t know if it was the bed, or the fire, or merely asserting ownership, but WC DID deign to sit in the bed in front of the fire for awhile. It didn’t last of course. WC will NEVER make our lives easy.
Before I went to bed I tossed the new bed onto the chair next to the fireplace. This chair does not have much appeal – I almost never see any of the cats on it. My goal was to keep GC out of this bed. She seems to be extremely happy with HER bed on the couch, but knowing GC she might easily go sit in the new bed just to annoy WC. Sisters, you know. I suspect the new bed will languish, neglected, on the chair. But I think that is where it is going to stay. WC can either sit in it there or not. I’ll try to remember to toss it on the floor if there is a fire going. It is very, very difficult being staff to cats.
I went out yesterday and bought a second, IDENTICAL cat bed. I did this despite my weakness due to the continuing PND[*] syndrome from which I suffer. I came home weak, exhausted. I showed the new bed to WC repeatedly. My husband also took the bed and showed WC that we had bought her a brand new, uncontaminated, pristine bed. WC merely looked at us disdainfully. We tried putting it on a different chair – the one by the fireplace – for awhile. No one has even SNIFFED at the new bed. Not BC, and certainly not WC. Whatever the dynamics are among my cats, apparently a new bed will not remedy the problem. WC has retreated to the red couch in the sun room.