Wednesday, April 14, 2004
The taming of Maryah's progress was more than two paw steps back
for her today.
We had not had a good cleaning of our house since--ew, you might
not want to say you know of me--before Thanksgiving. The person
who was helping us, who lives really far south, is pregnant with
her second child, and having trouble, as she did with her first.
Jim could leave the mess everyday but I could not. The kitties
seemed not to notice; in fact, they added to it--especially
Garbage Girl Gabrielle, who loves wadded napkins, shredded paper,
and, well, dirty undies, lol.
We found a more professional service who helped us today. I
usually shy away from them because they are more into working for
rich people and coming in, flitting their feather duster around a
few times--if a cat doesn't catch it--and get paid. In fact, two
such "yuppie duster" companies came in, back in NE, and refused
to help us.
This Mom and son worked relly hard and did a really good job,
except that they use cleaning products that upset my sistem. I
had windows opened and a fan going. Mickens sneezed a couple
times. That stuff must be near-death to little kitty noses and
lungs.
Well, the place is clean. I have no idea where much of my stuff
is except for a few things I threw into a bag and crammed in the
refrigerator so I'd know where they were later--not all needed
refrigeration lol. They said my husband could help me find
things later. I said he would have less of an idea where
anything was than I do. If anyone does finally find anything
around here it's Jaspur or me.
There was this weird silence after they left. The guys--Jaspur
and Mikey--were around, in fact, Mikey wanted to be held several
times while the cleaning team was here.
But the girls were gone! I figured Gabbie was under the bed, but
she didn't show for 4 or 5 hours. When Jim got home, he could
not find Maryah. That cleaning frenzy of a tornado probably
turned her into a kitty-shaped tornado--gone! We hoped she had
not escaped from the front door; PURRhaps she was too much of a
skitty kitty to even try that.
Suppertime usually brings all 4 of them out. Still no Maryah.
So much for my careful, patient, daily, nightly, urging her
closer, singing to her, playing with her from such a distance I
almost fall out of my chair. The trust that absolutely *no one
else* could encourage in her--that's why we ended up with her;
Janet really believed we were the only ones who could even
attempt to tame Maryah--was it all gone?
I felt sad. All that connection and communication and she was
gone!
Still feeling exhausted, I caught a cat-nap and when Jim came
back with sandwiches he happily informed me that he saw all of
Gabbie emerge from under the bed, plus a black tail and little
white feet under there! Maryah was still here!
She has been more hesitant tonight, further away, and definitely
had a setback, however, she talked to me, stayed in the office
with me, and, in fact, I believe she is still in here somewhere.
PURRhaps when she notices that the others are pretty much back to
normal, though the smells are different and Mickens will need to
retrieve a few cat toys from their toybox, things might be "safe"
again--if she has that idea in her kitty mind. I hope she does!
I do!
Lauren
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for her today.
We had not had a good cleaning of our house since--ew, you might
not want to say you know of me--before Thanksgiving. The person
who was helping us, who lives really far south, is pregnant with
her second child, and having trouble, as she did with her first.
Jim could leave the mess everyday but I could not. The kitties
seemed not to notice; in fact, they added to it--especially
Garbage Girl Gabrielle, who loves wadded napkins, shredded paper,
and, well, dirty undies, lol.
We found a more professional service who helped us today. I
usually shy away from them because they are more into working for
rich people and coming in, flitting their feather duster around a
few times--if a cat doesn't catch it--and get paid. In fact, two
such "yuppie duster" companies came in, back in NE, and refused
to help us.
This Mom and son worked relly hard and did a really good job,
except that they use cleaning products that upset my sistem. I
had windows opened and a fan going. Mickens sneezed a couple
times. That stuff must be near-death to little kitty noses and
lungs.
Well, the place is clean. I have no idea where much of my stuff
is except for a few things I threw into a bag and crammed in the
refrigerator so I'd know where they were later--not all needed
refrigeration lol. They said my husband could help me find
things later. I said he would have less of an idea where
anything was than I do. If anyone does finally find anything
around here it's Jaspur or me.
There was this weird silence after they left. The guys--Jaspur
and Mikey--were around, in fact, Mikey wanted to be held several
times while the cleaning team was here.
But the girls were gone! I figured Gabbie was under the bed, but
she didn't show for 4 or 5 hours. When Jim got home, he could
not find Maryah. That cleaning frenzy of a tornado probably
turned her into a kitty-shaped tornado--gone! We hoped she had
not escaped from the front door; PURRhaps she was too much of a
skitty kitty to even try that.
Suppertime usually brings all 4 of them out. Still no Maryah.
So much for my careful, patient, daily, nightly, urging her
closer, singing to her, playing with her from such a distance I
almost fall out of my chair. The trust that absolutely *no one
else* could encourage in her--that's why we ended up with her;
Janet really believed we were the only ones who could even
attempt to tame Maryah--was it all gone?
I felt sad. All that connection and communication and she was
gone!
Still feeling exhausted, I caught a cat-nap and when Jim came
back with sandwiches he happily informed me that he saw all of
Gabbie emerge from under the bed, plus a black tail and little
white feet under there! Maryah was still here!
She has been more hesitant tonight, further away, and definitely
had a setback, however, she talked to me, stayed in the office
with me, and, in fact, I believe she is still in here somewhere.
PURRhaps when she notices that the others are pretty much back to
normal, though the smells are different and Mickens will need to
retrieve a few cat toys from their toybox, things might be "safe"
again--if she has that idea in her kitty mind. I hope she does!
I do!
Lauren
Click This Link To Play The Audio Message
http://PlayAudioMessage.com/play.asp?m=12458&f=MXEPDX&ps=6&p=1
"
Just as no one can tell you how to feel about a sunset, no one
can tell you how to live your life. You are the artist... and
must shape your experiences
with your own hand." -Susan Staszweski
EBAY! We're there! Bid Now!
http://members.ebay.com/aboutme/meowheart/.
Cat-theme jewelry: (Sterling silver, and gemstone creations:
http://www.animalloversjewelry.com
sign up for CATLINES:http://www.catliness.com
If you're not into cats, check out:
http://www.stuffandsuchandeverything.com
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