One of the most satisfying aspects of this blog is the experience that all of you bring to the mix.  Whether that experience be specifically with cats, or whether it’s more in the nature of life-lessons in general, on a daily basis I’m grateful for how generously you share it with me.

Thanks to your help, here’s what seems true today.

You tell me cats frequently get out of whack with change and traveling.  So there’s nothing unusual about Fangie’s sniffles, just as I was first led to believe – but then, when he got so much worse, I panicked.  I now see that the panic was optional – another slant was just that Fangie got a little more out of whack than might be considered “normal.”  Now the vet’s medicine is taking care of that, and complete recovery is set for two or three weeks hence.

Fangie’s quarantine room is small, too small for his big kitten energy – but one of you said you had to quarantine your cat in a tiny bathroom and things still worked out eventually.  So I can either choose to worry and grieve about how deprived of space poor Fangie is – and he is deprived, no mistake about it – or I can feel grateful we’re lucky here.  Even if Fangie’s room is small, it’s at least filled with beds and pillows and so forth, and it affords him at least some scope to play.  I just need to make sure I play with him as much as I can, so he can settle down a bit and stop with the frantic love-bombing | biting.

Fangie is – naturally – desperate to get out.  He’s giving that project all he’s got, and I have to fend him off bodily, and with great determination, every time I go in and out.

Bugsy is – naturally – eager to get in.  And ditto.

The interesting about Bugsy is, it seems like I need to pay attention to include him in what I do with Fangie.  I theorize that the two boys really are interested in each other – and not necessarily to start World War III as I first feared.  Both boys have now met head-to-head and they seemed to like each other well enough.  With a few speed-bumps here and there.

And now, maybe, they can’t understand why that fascinating process has been interrupted by the quarantine.

How Fangie’s handling it is, well, poor guy, he’s been used to the run of his former quarters, and his former playmates, and he is just raring to go, sick or not.

As for Bugsy, well, he seems genuinely perplexed, if I may be permitted a guess.  I’m guessing Bugs wants the process to go forward and he can’t understand why he’s now excluded from Fangie’s presence.

So I’m doing everything I can think of to include both guys in what I do.  There’s just enough space under Base Camp door for me to slide treats to whichever guy is on the other side of the door – so both guys get to share.

This ploy seems to be working.  This morning I put Bugsy’s food down in its usual spot, on the past observation that he got so upset if he was too close to Fangie.  But today Bugs wouldn’t lay a lip to it there. So I moved his food closer to Fangie’s door.  Then I went in with Fangie’s food and stayed there, to make sure he swallowed his pill-pocket (he did, no problem, he noms at vacuum speed).  Then I played the slide-the-treat-under-the-door game with both guys, I horsed around with Fangie until he settled down a little, and by the time I came out, Bugsy had finished his breakfast.  Hooray.

Here’s Bugs, a tad discomposed.  Note the extra-large flapping tail.

Here he is, caught on the fly.  He’s running around cheek-marking his favorite corners, I imagine in an effort to reclaim his territory.

Here he is speed-grooming for extra calmness.  It’s working; note the relaxed tail.

No pictures of me, in my more relaxed state.  It’s a wonderful thing, perspective.  I rely on you for that, dear readers – and you come through, on a daily basis.  Wouldn’t you like to see a world that worked more companionably this way?

I know I would.

About nadbugs

Anita loves cats. This must be because she, too, has had nine lives. She’s been dancing since she could walk, she was a commercial artist and advertising producer, she earned a third-degree black belt in Aikido, she is a drummer with the Afrique Aya Dance Company, she is an attorney, and she’s a meditator and a devoted student of Nonviolent Communication. She also spent one lifetime sidelined with a devastating back injury in 1992. Since then – FELDENKRAIS METHOD® to the rescue. The FELDENKRAIS METHOD is all about dreaming concretely – thinking intelligently and independently by way of a gracious and kind physicality. The work affords all who study it a process by which to reach, with movement, into the mind and the heart, to make nine lives into one whole being.
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28 Responses to Perspective

  1. It is ALL about perspective. Without that I NEVER would have made it through last year and the losses we took around here with foster kittens. It can be a hard lesson to let go of the “little things” but when you look back from this you will realize the progress you have made. As a suggestion, as your vet if there is a period of time after which you can begin to let Fangie back out. I know with my fosters when there is snot, after about 5 days or so, they are past the contagious stage. Something to keep in mind.

  2. lahgitana says:

    yaaaaaaaay! go, Bean, go!

  3. I’m so glad you’re starting to relax! I love how Bugsy is keeping his markings up to date, surely to show the new guy, when he gets out, that this is his space. Not that they wont share space, but it’ll be his to share.
    Fangie will survive the small room, and will eventually be so happy for the rest of the space that he’ll be a playing machine and also grateful for buddy Bugsy to play with!
    Looks like we just need to keep YOU calm and the kitties will take care of the rest! 🙂
    You’re doing great, you will get through this. And then you’ll look back and wonder why you were so worried.

  4. We’re kinda with Andrea — relax, already. Things are going fine, really. Sometime soon, you’ll have Fang & Bugs playing THoE or Chase, and you’ll wonder what all the panic was about.

  5. It’s a shame Fangoria has a cold, it really seems as if they are ready to become brothers!

    • nadbugs says:

      I think that’s right. Tell you what, the extra time has really piqued Bugs’s curiosity. He spends a lot of time glued to Base Camp door — and mewing when I’m in there with Fangie. I think he might be a bit morose . . . .

  6. Melanie says:

    Hey there – I REALLY have been keeping up with your blog, religiously. But I tend to read my blogs on my iPhone on the way home on the bus, and leave the responding for when I get here and can access a computer. Since I wasn’t on the computer much this week, I’ve been bad about responding!

    ANYWAY, it sounds like it is going really well. I agree with some of the other conclusions. No blood, no one is hiding and looking terribly intimidated by anyone else. It sounds like they will be a good pair once the initial stuff it out of the way.

    And I know that it is upsetting to have to keep them separate for quarantine purposes, but really, it can be a good thing. It will give the two of them another few days or so to get used to each other’s scents without forcing a meeting.

    By the way, I loved the part of one of your posts that described the “Fanga” dance. What a wonderful and rich background for Fanga’s name…

    • nadbugs says:

      Dear Melanie, I’m so glad to know you’ve been a presence — and your reassurance is wonderful to hear. I’m so happy you liked the fun with Fangie’s name, too. Shared enjoyment like this is so important to me. Thank you, as ever.

  7. rumpydog says:

    Hang in there! This too shall pass.

  8. Cat's Cats says:

    Bugsy is a strong and healthy boy, don’t worry that he’s had some contact with Fangie he will be fine. When Kip first came to us from Chrystal’s he was recovering from a URI and sneezing green snotters all over the place. He was in quarantine for a week at our house but I knew he had been on antibiotics and this was just the residual effects of the URI and the long car trip. After a few days he had some face to face meetings with the boys and everyone was fine 🙂

    When Jimmy came to us over a year ago now he had a mystery health issue that required him to be in quarantine for a month!!! I was heartbroken and knew he was lonely for his cathouse brothers and sisters, but I did my best and when he was better he integrated beautifully into the household with no ill effects.

    • nadbugs says:

      Oh boy, talk about perspective. A month! Honestly, every time I hear a story like yours I marvel at the devotion and character required. And what a happy ending for Jimmy and your household. So happy to hear this.

  9. Don’t worry about the room being too small. Cats at the shelter live in little cages! If it seems like not enough room for him, it’s probably just because he is so eager to get out and be with you at all times.

    Adding a new family member is always stressful and worrying if you’ve done the right thing until that moment when realize you have fallen in love with him.

  10. Dianda says:

    Aah, the energy some kitties have! It’s like they never run out of energy.

  11. Yay! I’m glad to see that you’re more relaxed about the situation, even if there aren’t any human photos to show it. 🙂 Your calmness will help the cats stay calm-ish.

    Don’t worry about Fangie in a tiny space. He’s comfy in there, and only tries to escape because he’s curious about the world, not because he’s unhappy with his new room. And later on, when the cats start dividing up the territory, he’ll be thrilled to have a space that smells entirely of him…

    When the shelter warned my human that I might get the “sniffles” from the stress of going to my new home, she had no idea that meant I’d be blowing snot bubbles within minutes of leaving the shelter. She panicked, and continued to panic for a couple of weeks while I just seemed to get worse. I spent over a month in her only, very tiny bathroom because the vet was so concerned about geriatric Kitty’s health. It was strange to get to know her as she brushed her teeth, but it turned out OK. And when we moved, I got dibs on the new, slightly larger bathroom.

    You’re all on the right track. Fangie will be healthy soon, and in the meantime he’s in a good place. Bugs’ being curious is a good sign that he’s not too alarmed by his new roommate. And The Bean’s nerves settling will help enormously. Keep up the good work!

    • nadbugs says:

      No! No! Not over a month in a tiny bathroom! You survived! What a marvel! And you are a great spirit for forgiving your human for foam coming out of her mouth. You are a great cat and we love you. And we respect you, so just know that too. Just as long as you keep up the vigorous objections over at your place, with a picture like the one we so enjoyed.

  12. Ooh – I have the perfect plan for your blog! I’ve been contemplating your blog’s name and address and how they should morph a bit, too. I think I came up with a fantastic idea – Bugsy and Fangie need an elf! Then the catself would be perfect! Of course, the Cat to Self would have to become something like Cats to Elf to Self. I think it’s kind of catchy!

    • nadbugs says:

      You know, I love this idea. My brain kept doing something similar, too, even long before Fangie ever showed up on the scene — I kept seeing Cats Elf rather than Cat Self. One thing I must do no matter what, and make it plural . . . . Now if I can figure out how to do that, without OldCat to help me, that will be something.

  13. Wazeau says:

    Here is an incredibly pertinent video for integrating a new kitten into the household. Hopefully this link works! Oh and Bugs looks so awesome in motion 🙂

  14. nadbugs says:

    If only things were really this fun. Simon is a genius, isn’t he. Every time I smile. Thank you for that.

    • lahgitana says:

      note the expressions of the HUMAN! we try hard to be unruffled by the upsets in our kitties, but we can’t help being worried!

      A very long time ago, I had just moved into my own apartment, having taken the ex’s cat as the only leftover from a 4-year relationship. We both hid–she under the hearth shelf and me in a back room. A visiting friend, who was a Vet, commented about the quite usual proclivity for cats to mirror their human’s emotions!

      Right after that I stopped hiding and so did Ticker! Hmmm! Think of it! >:-D (Yeah, well, it still ain’t easy!)

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