As you may remember, my seemingly innocent choice to give the cat canned food has sent our lives into a downward spiral into insanity.
The cat doesn’t just beg and whine for his meals, he becomes hysterical. He isn’t just hungry, he is STARVING. He is going TO DIE. He yowls. He throws up.
And putting him in his cat carrier for a time-out worked (sort of) for a few days. Then his hysteria returned and he did something that he’s only done once before during a particularly horrible summer of fleas and serial baths. He wet his little kitty self. He was in the carrier for about an hour and when I came to get him out, he was rather damp. A peek into his carrier and together we acknowledge that this was a low point for both of us.
I cleaned up him and the carrier and he toned down the morning hysteria (slightly). But now the humiliation is all but forgotten and he came to wake me up at 5 a.m. I stuffed him under the covers with me, which calms him for a while but doesn’t do much for my restfulness. By 7:30, he was sure it was time for breakfast and howled for an hour until I felt I had proven my will was stronger than the cat’s and we started our day.
Clearly, we can’t live this way. So I purchased an automatic pet feeder. Thomas is so sleep deprived that he was willing to spend up to $100 to solve our wee problem. For me, the thought of managing the cat’s hysterics and a newborn baby made me want to drink so I researched and scrambled and found something that I hope – PRAY – works for us.
I can’t believe it’s come to this.