One month has passed since I lost Josquin. I haven't had the heart to make up his urn with a picture yet. There is something, somehow finalizing about that-like somehow it is the last thing we will do together-that I keep putting it off. I still 'see' him out of the corner of my eye every few days and feel a firm brushing against my shin every so often when no cat is in the room that it is hard for me to doubt he or his presence are still very much with me. Moving the room around has actually been helpful in shedding some of the bed juju around current events. Sometimes its good just to shake things up visually to help move on-so onward!
Tweed is still adjusting to the new kitty in his life. There were the first few days of hissing, angry confrontations and recriminations that all new cats do when meeting in mixed territory. They are now 'mixing' into the space of the other cat much more so. Nathaniel comes into my room and snoops, jumps up on the bed and has gone as far as climbing into tweed's area under my bed-but is still skittish when I approach at times. He is getting better. I know he was traumatized by losing his previous owner. I found out he had been very lethargic at the adoption center, not eating and even sleeping in his litterbox which is a sign of depression. They were worried no one would take him there and he had been at the shelter for months previously which only added to the trauma. It helps to know that he was saved. Even though I couldn't help Josquin, I can still make sure I help some other kitty instead. That is what I am building my 'fly to some place better' spaceship on, at least...
Luckily Tweed and Nathaniel are both coming around to one another. They interact-they smell one another and the hissing is gone. Tweed has already started to eat from Nate's bowl and I have seen Nate eating kitty grass in my room as well so he seems to be getting the picture and learning that sharing is okay here. I know they need some place to play that they can climb on and use their claws so hopefully I can get a cat stand they both like and will share soon. No claw marks in anything serious yet other than me. There has been a small spate of urinating on the chair-surely by Tweed as Nate wouldn't pee where he sleeps-and hopefully that is something about attention and not territory. I have hopefully solved it by putting out Josquin's old bed on the chair and just praying that Nate would use it which, amazingly, he has. Nice to have them around being used. It was a shame when Josquin stopped using his but I now now that was probably because they were too hot once he became really sick. Nice to incorporate some of his legacy in good new memories. Still think about him all the time...
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