As I adjust my BFN and the idea that this whole IVF thing might not work, my energies are shifting from obsessing over my uterus to obsessing over the happiness of my cats.
We have too many cats, but are incredibly dedicated to them. Both the Professor and I take the contracts we signed to care for and love these animals until death do we part very seriously. So when cat contention breaks out in Chateau Chelan we go out of our way to restore the peace. Life for the Large Fries* has been challenging lately. My cat, Yum Yum, has been especially growly and seems distant from the group. The Professor’s athletic cat has been especially “ambushy” and his rather dumb cat, Newton, has been extra, well, dumb.
Inspired by Animal Planet’s “My Cat From Hell,” we have started to put some serious thought and effort into how we can improve life for the Large Fries. This week we ordered them some new toys and have vowed to have play time every morning and evening to help wear the ambushing cat out and to make Yum Yum feel like she is less the sad, lonely small fry on the floor and more like one of the Large Fries. We also ordered a few toys that will hopefully entertain them during the day when we are gone.
All this started last weekend, post sad BFN, when I found carpet samples on sale at the thrift store for $2 a piece. I snagged several of the cream-colored ones and cut two of them to line the window ledges in the sun room. The third now lives on the living room floor for Yum Yum, who we have learned is a “bush dweller” thanks to My Cat From Hell.” Not the best decorating statement, for sure, but oh my gosh does it make my floor cat super happy. As soon as I sat it down she was sitting on it. Five minutes later she was sprawled out on it grooming luxuriously. Such a funny animal.
This weekend I will be cleaning up the sun room and hauling up some old furniture to make some nice perches and climbing places. I know how this is going to sound to you all – like the crazy cat lady – but you have to understand: living with four cats in a small house is HARD. When one is growling all the others are on edge. When another is in ambush mode, everyone becomes a target. When one is acting super dumb because she is not challenged enough all the others start picking on her. It’s a vicious cycle.
So happy cats = happy humans. And a happy Belle = a Belle who can better deal with infertility and the looming prospect of a Plan C. And a Belle who deals better with infertility will in turn produce better blog posts > better blog posts will hopefully make for happier readers > And on, and on, and on!
Ok, no more blog posts for today!
* The collective cat herd at our house are referred to as “The Large Fries” after having rescued “Small Fry.”