It's been a year since Jackie came to live with us, a very, very long year. And it's not been easy, but we've managed. We bought her a new bed to celebrate. She likes rooting around on her top bed (the new one) and creating a pillow. That way she has her pillow and her main Kong bed. I think that, overall, she's happy here, even with all the screaming. She is still on Prozac, but there still is screaming again since she got used to the dosage. Rick did take the gate down between the living room and the kitchen. Our hips are all bruised from trying to get through the gate door with bags of groceries, laundry baskets and the like. I constantly stubbed my toe on the railing at the floor. He finally said enough was enough and took it down. We still have the gate up in the hallway (mainly because of her eating the cat poop from the litter boxes. I think she's still eating the poop from the litter box in the living room, but fortunately, Amber and Ms. Pepe tend to use that one for only peeing most of the time.).
We still miss Boo, but we're coming to terms with it. Rick misses him on his lap at night, although he says Ms. Pepe is happy that she only has to share his lap now with Amber. It's always difficult when a kitty passes away, whether the kitty is young or old, but you grieve and then you have to move on or you'll go crazy. We think about him and we talk about him often, about all silly antics, about his yowling. Rick says he can't use the ladder without thinking of Boo su-purr-vising whatever we did. You would think that with five other cats (and a Beast) in the house, that the loss of a kitty wouldn't leave such a hole in our hearts, but he was a special guy and he was well-loved by everybody, not just us.
Mollipop and Muffin still fight like cats and....cats. Snots, they both are. It is what it is and they will never get along. There is not a day that goes by that those two don't go at it and they're both equally at fault. So Muffin spends her days in her room when we're not home and she eats her meals in the bathroom because she doesn't like dealing with The Beast either. She will not eat in the kitchen, she refuses, and we just deal. When we're home, Muffin is out in the house and she seems content with the way things are. She sleeps in bed with us at night (so does Molli) and she seems comfortable to do so; I guess as long as I'm around to try to keep things on a even keel, she's OK. We've had no more stress-peeing, no more urinary tract infections with her, she's OK since we started keeping her in the computer room whenever we leave the house. She's a Diva, that one is. And I love her dearly. As I type this morning, Mollipop is lying on her pillow back here, glaring at Muffin, who's lying between my feet on the floor at my desk and who's glaring back up at Molli. Those two will never get along. No love lost there. But again, we're just trying to deal with those two, trying to keep things on an even keel.
So I guess we're doing ok and that's a positive thing in itself.
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