I don't seem to have a section for "Title" like I used to, so here it is: The Move
You would think that the most stressful part of moving in with your boyfriend would be the part about moving in with your boyfriend. In all honesty, this is the easy part. The obstacles that we have encountered mostly include the cats (yes, plural).
Chris acquired two cats during his last (and longest) relationship. They are both girls and both around 6 years old. My cat is a ginormous boy kitty that is only 2. He was also a "gift" (I stole him) from my ex. In short, they hate each other. Zulu actually moved in three months ago, while I am officially moving in this weekend. We followed every instruction on how to acclimate them to one another that we could find. The hissing and the fur flying still continues.
Zulu is now on Prozac. Apparently he is OCD about pouncing on the ladies. Mind you he has had his furry little balls removed, but he still wants to play. So far, he is just drugged up enough for us to actually sleep at night. He is changing though. He certainly isn't as affectionate and he is terrified of me trying to get him and shove a syringe down his throat. I told Chris we were blessed by having our parents adore one another so we had to have some trouble. He thought this was funny until a cat (who will remain nameless) peed on the couch...then the bed. Oh and on a side note: all this happened while we were trying to get out of town, and I decided to make things worse by washing all of his clothes with a tube of lipstick. Love really is patient.
Hopefully, the kitties will learn to coexist. Chris gutted the couch and bought a new mattress so they better.
You would think that the most stressful part of moving in with your boyfriend would be the part about moving in with your boyfriend. In all honesty, this is the easy part. The obstacles that we have encountered mostly include the cats (yes, plural).
Chris acquired two cats during his last (and longest) relationship. They are both girls and both around 6 years old. My cat is a ginormous boy kitty that is only 2. He was also a "gift" (I stole him) from my ex. In short, they hate each other. Zulu actually moved in three months ago, while I am officially moving in this weekend. We followed every instruction on how to acclimate them to one another that we could find. The hissing and the fur flying still continues.
Zulu is now on Prozac. Apparently he is OCD about pouncing on the ladies. Mind you he has had his furry little balls removed, but he still wants to play. So far, he is just drugged up enough for us to actually sleep at night. He is changing though. He certainly isn't as affectionate and he is terrified of me trying to get him and shove a syringe down his throat. I told Chris we were blessed by having our parents adore one another so we had to have some trouble. He thought this was funny until a cat (who will remain nameless) peed on the couch...then the bed. Oh and on a side note: all this happened while we were trying to get out of town, and I decided to make things worse by washing all of his clothes with a tube of lipstick. Love really is patient.
Hopefully, the kitties will learn to coexist. Chris gutted the couch and bought a new mattress so they better.
posted by Sasha at
2:25 PM
1 Comments:
Hey Sash--sounds like some trouble in paradise. You should call on Cesar Milan; I know he's the Dog Whisperer, but surely he knows a thing or two about felines. I hate that you have to drug your cat!
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Jackie Sue, at 8:49 PM
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