Weekend! By! Maribou!
(Jaybird and I actually had a short conversation about how we were both SO tired and we didn’t want to write ANYTHING, but we love you all so much that somebody had better. So here I am.)
One thing about this weekend is that we picked up a cat today that we will be catsitting for a week. Now, I don’t know if we’ve mentioned it, but our most recent permanent cat, Momo, HAAAAAAAAAATES other cats. He is only just starting to tolerate one of our three other cats. As it turns out, this temporary cat ALSO doesn’t like other cats. So even though we have her in a room of her own, there is some considerable hissing going on through the door.
She’s a sweetheart, though, and I’ve convinced her to eat and drink and drool on some catnip and get pets and even to purr, so I feel good about the week to come. I also spent about 3 hours petting, smooching, and otherwise reassuring all the other cats – except for newest cat who is off in PTSD* land for the next couple of days and Does Not Want Pets – that OF COURSE I love them way more than that interloper who will be going away real soon now. Cat whispering, I does it. Now if we can just get her to quit attempting the “Summon My Real Humans” spell every 30 seconds when she’s alone in her room, life will be absolutely splendid.
I have quite a lot else going on this weekend, because I’ll be spending most of Saturday and all of Sunday at Mythcon**, which is local to me this year, whereas Jaybird has very little going on this weekend, because we only have one car and I’ll be spending most of Saturday and all of Sunday at Mythcon. We are both reasonably pleased with this turn of events.
So… what’s on your docket?
*I should note that I have complex PTSD myself, so when I say this cat has PTSD I am not making light. He had quite a history before he came to us, leaving him a nervous, fear-aggressive, unpredictable, wreck. He even seems to have something akin to flashbacks. Poor guy. We’re trying to make things safe enough for him to relax and feel loved, but it’s 3 steps forward and 2 steps back the whole way. Apparently the fact that he sometimes (more days than not) feels good enough to throw himself into my lap for purrs and pets, and often (multiple times a day) feels that way about Jay’s lap, is miraculous compared to how he’d been with his foster families. I just feel sad that his wiring doesn’t let him be like that all the time.
** Mythcon: Arthurian Mythos! Yay! At Least Two of Maribou’s Favorite Authors! Yay! Relatively Small Numbers of Quite Possibly Friendly People! Yay! Panels That Seem Really Interesting to Maribous! Yay! Something Just for Me That Will Distract Me from Tiresome Life Things! YAAAAAAAAAAAY!