This past Saturday, after waking up (at 4am!) to Otis upchucking, I stumbled down the front stairs to feed the cats. Stumbled is a specific term...I missed the last step. Nothing like a jolt to your spine when you drop an extra 7 inches to the hard floor... So I fed the kitties, limped up and released Willow from her confinement (a really nice room, with food, water, blanky, and litter box), and rolled back into bed.
Three hours later, I open my eyes to Dobby at my feet, Willow at my shoulder, and Otis with Joe. All three cats on the bed, without drama! Oh my freakin' gawd!
Last night we didn't confine Willow, but the cats really didn't mingle. Let's see how it goes tonight - Joe's gone, and the cats usually get a little possessive of me...
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The cats are just trying to care for you in your moment of distress over the breakup. You know, now that you live alone on the hill, and all.
Snort.
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