Next, in the continuing saga of Tit’fille…
The antibiotics worked; she is cured and no longer needs to be isolated. Which means that she was introduced to Rosie over the weekend. They seem to get along generally well.
So, does this mean I have a new cat? Well… The title of the post sort of spoiled that one.
When everything goes well, when I can just sit down somewhere and do my things, and they’re either laying down nearby or doing their own thing elsewhere, then I think ‘this isn’t too bad, I can do this’.
When I struggle to seperate them at feeding time so that they don’t eat each other’s food (Rosie is on a portion control diet and I don’t want to lose track), or when the very needy and vocal Tit’fille is keeping me awake well into the night until I’m forced to sleep in earplugs, then I think ‘Nope, can’t do it’. There’s also the (probably vain) worry that when I take care of one cat, I’m neglecting the other.
It’s easy to want something when everything is going well, but I firmly believe that if you can’t take the hard times, or even if you’re just unsure, then you’re not ready for the thing.
I’ve talked to the sib, and they asked me if I could give it a couple of extra weeks because my parents are renovating the basement and you don’t want a cat in a construction zone if you can help it. I said I could, and we’ll see how much of a difference those weeks make.