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She will be Avenged.

When I helped my Parents move out of my childhood home and back into my mom’s childhood home, I wrote about how Blaze (my mom’s furry canine daughter) reacted to the change. Confused and worried she decided to return to the car because she knew her parents would have to take the car to go anywhere and she didn’t want to be left behind.

Even more heartbreaking has been how our cats have been reacting to all the furniture disappearing from the apartment. They are ancient kitties at 16 and 17. John Steed in his black tux and Emma Peel in her grey cat suit have owned Tom for almost their whole lives. They have only owned me for six years but they have grown very fond of me. Emma Peel was very wary of me when I first started to come around, she is a very skittish kitty. As I pushed her limits, not allowing her to be untouched and antisocial she has really blossomed and has kind of become a pain in the ass. She now demands attention with her masculine voice, she sounds is Marianne Faithful. I suspect she smokes when we are not home, but I haven’t been able to find the cigarette butts.

Emma being the old lady she is, doesn’t like change at all, she like her food at a specific time and will wake you if it starts to become late. She likes her food placed in certain places and she likes to spend her time in certain spots at specific times of the day. She must have OCD. After she gets her evening meds and treats on the couch she will climb to the top of her kitty tower to look down on us as Tom, John Steed and I settle for bed. Sometimes once we have stopped moving so much and have fallen asleep she will decide to climb down and snuggle with us. She doesn’t think we know, she thinks she is sly with her covert affection.

When we took away her afternoon nap spot she decided to use a pile of blankets instead but gave us an angry glair. When we took the couch she was confused as to where she got her evening treats but managed. However after she had those treats she wanted to head to her tower... Which was now gone. She sat at the base of her missing retreat and stood there looking up... And began to cry her deep sobs. Loudly. Very, very loud. For several minutes she called for her tower to return but it didn’t listen to her commands.

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Sep. 26th, 2006 11:06 pm (UTC)
The last time we moved Beatty watched me as I moved his crate from the office upstairs where it had resided for 3 years down to the foyer. He kept a very tight eye on his crate. But when I started to take it out the door he started barking and became upset until I let him go and get in the car with it. Pets are pretty amazing.
Sep. 27th, 2006 03:12 am (UTC)
Good to know you know who's in charge.
Sep. 27th, 2006 08:52 pm (UTC)
Oh, How sad for Emma. It is funny how cats do fall into certain patterns and hate change. Guess that's why the Egyptians used them to sense things out.

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