The message came through just as I was in a meeting in which I really needed to concentrate.
“ Houston, we have a problem. The boy’s anxiety is going through the roof. He’s been spraying, and is generally miserable, although he still loves P, but the spraying means he can only go in the rooms where there is concrete or hardwood floors. We are managing.”
There was a bit more to the message, but AAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!
Having lost all focus, I closed the meeting early, and rang my wonderful, trustworthy and thankfully cat- knowledgeable house sitters.
It seems that my darling little black boy has got some major separation anxiety.
Damn, damn, damn.
Of course, I will pay for any cleaning, as he’s my cat, but my head was going in about 300 directions. I was hoping that he would calm down and be happy and be able to stay there for six weeks, because with another two-week work stint, a week at home and then three weeks abroad, it was the plan that he stayed with him over that time to not disrupt him too much.
He is my baby. That isn’t going to happen now.
So, I spent the morning rearranging my life.
My two-week work trip has been shortened to one, which isn’t upsetting me that much as I should be able to get done what I need to do in that time, and on this trip, I have found myself a little bit homesick. I want my bed. A week will be enough to come here and say goodbye to Darwin and be home on Saturday morning. It also gives me more time to get ready for Europe.
Blarney and Barney will take the boy in for the week while I’m in Darwin, and then I have two weeks at home before I go away. My darling cat sitters will then take him back, but I will have a talk to the vet about maybe getting him some anti-anxiety meds. But good luck feeding that cat a pill. I've bought him some anti-anxiety powder to put in his food. I'll also try putting a bit of rescue remedy in his water. Poor lamb.
In the end, it has a worked out - after a bit of moving things around. It was a very hard morning.
I also gather this is what it feels like to be a parent.
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