“All for one and one for all!” Not quite. I thought the hardest part is to have the two visitors as temporary residents for some time and when they get used to being here, things will take a turn for the better. Think again!
Gallahad, the gentle giant with the dark fur and orange eyes is an observer. He watches everything with those wise eyes of his and stays out of the way until he hears the can opening, food can that is. Then he prances around because “food” brings him happiness and adds to the extra pounds he carries around as well. He loves eating. I’m his best buddy because he knows without a shadow of a doubt that I’m the lady with the food. Be nice to her and you have a full tummy, that is guaranteed.
Shiro, on the other hand, is sweet and looks mighty pretty. All that white fur and big wide eyes makes her a beauty. She loves to meow when she is happy AND when she is not. How to know the difference? You don’t, just go with the flow or simply ignore her. She loves to sleep a lot as cats do I suppose but she calls it her “beauty sleep.” A girl after my own heart!
Chachi, the Little Macho has lost some of that machismo ever since these two moved in. He was “the man” but now, the third wheel or the fourth but who cares, he feels that the two have moved in and are vying for my attention, love, and caring. This is not setting too well with him and he shows it in ways that is alarming. He hisses whenever he sees them, tries to hit with his paws and last night, he went for my hand! I wasn’t having any of it so I read him the riot act. Things have been quiet since then but he shoots daggers in my direction letting it be known that he is JEALOUS!
What am I doing? Good question. I am running around like a chicken with its head cut off. Just when I think I have a handle on things, they show me different. Galli decided that feeding, grooming, and taking care of his needs isn’t enough. He added diarrhea to the equation! He is a long-haired variety and let me tell you cleaning up after that makes you want to send him home! The problem, he has no other home right now. So, I cleaned up, ran the wash several times and all is back to normal again. Then there is the problem with the hair. Two long-haired cats shed like crazy! Now, it is time to play stylist as well. I invested in a good hair-trimmer and have been cutting Shiro’s hair. She is a sweetheart, no problems there. Galli is another story! He went for my hand after hearing the light buzzing and knew something was up. The next thing I did was to invest in some protective gloves. This is working much better but try getting close to the legs and you have trouble waiting!
Time for a professional to take over. I have an appointment scheduled with a dog and cat stylist in April. Hopefully, she gets them cleaned up and smelling like a rose. Maybe, not a rose but something better!
Life with three cats is no joke. It’s like having kids running around and demanding attention all the time. Oh, I forgot playtime. It is scheduled for an hour each day. By the end of the day, I am pooped!
Three musketeers they are not, but I’m hoping that things will settle down. I used to say I don’t want to travel anymore, well, that has changed ever since the two moved in. I am ready for a break!
Have an amazing day.
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I hear you! We had 3 cats once who had various personalities. They can be a handful!
Jack, a orange tabby, lived to 21 yrs old and was the observer of the 3. He was the quiet one but loved cuddles. He was originally my youngest son’s cat but he wasn’t home much so we took him when he was about 12 yrs old.
Angel , 13 yrs, was all black cat, with a Siamese mom, so she was chatty. She was the distant cat: she liked attention but on her terms. She made lots of noise, every day, and hated being alone in the house.
Leo, also 13, was the baby. We got him from a tenant who had a Persian cat so he looked a bit different. He was a lap cat and spent a lot of time on my hubby’s lap. He was the attention hog and was quiet.
They got along okay, though Jack stayed a bit distant from them. Leo & Angel were really close, as we raised them together. We lost them all within a year in 2019 and I still miss them. When we moved, we rescued Hope, who was 2 yrs at the time, from the local SPCA. She is 8 yrs now and she is my shadow, follows me everywhere and sleeps at my feet.
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They are a handful and keep me going from the minute I wake till I go to bed! It is hard but learning as I go along. Thanks Stella.
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You have my undying sympathy. I have had as many as nine here, and I had a wonderful time watching their interactions with each other…Im down to what I suspect is my last cat, and he’s heading for 14, so it won’t be long. Unless another stray or two wanders up the driveway, for the first time in 50 years this house will be cat-less. I’ve never regetted a minute of it. Idid notice that in a house with several cats, they form their own relationships with each other, and you are reduced, mercifully, to food server and keeping notes on who hates whom today. If left to their own interests, they form their own groups, which is amazingly freeing.
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Wow! Nine cats under one roof? I can’t imagine that. You’re right about them forming relationships. I see it happening, slowly but surely. It is still a big responsibility and I haven’t got a handle on it yet but I’m sure I will in time. Thank you Judy.
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