For your listening pleasure, the old song Up On The Roof sets the mood for Mancat Monday. Since Gris Gris died, Odin is restless and bouncing off the walls and some roofs. Although it’s premature to think of adopting another cat, hubby thinks Odin needs a younger kitty pal. Domino, his wrestling pal hasn’t felt like playing lately. Thankfully he’s bounced back from an eye infection last week. We used amazing Vetericyn for eye care which ironically hubby had bought for Gris Gris on that fateful day.
I expected to have some kind of communication from Gris Gris but there’s been nothing until last night. He showed up in a dream which felt like real time. He just walked in the room and I said, “You’re alive!” He looked the way dead people often appear in dreams: young, happy, healthy and whole. In his case, he looked plumper than his usual wiry self, and his gray coat as soft and sleek as a Russian Blue. He’d never looked better and my sense was he wanted to let me know he’s okay.
Merlin is feeling the need for constant physical contact from either a feline (Domino is his feline bolster) or a human, so I’ve been working in bed a lot. He’s happiest under the duvet by my belly preferably without a digital device but we’ve reached an agreement. After all I do need to work and he’ll be posting Mondays with Merlin next week. Guess who has interpret and edit for him? No complaints. I feel blessed to be able to indulge all the cats and not work in a normal 9 to 5 situation.
Despite every toy, treat, playtime, extra cuddles and every form of communication, Odin is going through a destructive phase. He knows Gris Gris is dead but he’s not happy about it. He’s not thrilled with the extra attention I’m giving Merlin so it’s an emotional juggling act many of you are familiar with. I routinely remove small breakables from his reach this large vase surprised me. Getting angry at him is counter-productive and I’m sure by spring he’ll be fine. Perhaps a new activity is needed to quell his boredom. A new baby grand piano has arrived but he’s expressed no interest in becoming the next Nora the piano cat. Maybe she’d like to give him lessons?
We continue to navigate the grieving journey together, one step and one paw print at a time. Thanks for being there with us!