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#chassit #19

Heavy Temple

Any Constant Readers who are into Stranger Things here who feel a certain way about this? Can't be just me?

neon green text on a black computer screen, ice, antiseptic, cold white hospital hallways. generally a sense of cold sterility and machinery.

Heavy Temple - Key and Bone

Heavy Temple || Chassit (Full Album)

When we had Roland, the cats were not pleased. They clearly viewed their status as demoted. Behavior problems existed for a solid month or two before the cats settled into "that thing" being in the house and deigned to be in the same room. When we had the twins I expected a similar fall out and reordering period. I mean, I started out pre-vet. I've trained wolverines and raccoons. What could a pair of recalcitrant cats do? Then the babies were born, our upstairs neighbors went batshit, my parents fostered the cats to keep them from being poisoned, we moved across town, and suddenly we had Behavior Problems. I mean, I get it. We had a rough summer too! I know two babies and a month of fostering and a move is a lot to ask of established, adult cats. So when small neurotic cat began sideswiping me and ignoring boundaries of where he was allowed to be, I ignored the bad behavior and started trying to reward good behavior. And then he started peeing on the stairs- despite that for 6 (or 7? ) years, that cat has been housebroken. Then he started attacking our good cat, then attacking me, and then one day he jumped in the crib on top of Inara and I lost it. I threw him across the room away from her, he fell down two steps of the staircase, and when I got her back to sleep and went to find him, he had shit on the stairs and had his ears flat, glaring at me. So I put him outside, right before the coldest week of the whole year. And I've felt guilty about it. We rescued small neurotic cat from a pet shelter the first winter of married life. He's lived in 5 homes with us. He has always been neurotic, but he used to be such a sweetheart too. When we rescued him, I made a promise to take care of him for his whole life. And we won't be. He's inside tonight, in a crate, in my house for the very last time. Tomorrow he goes to a home with two grown ups and no babies. No other cats, no other dogs. His neurotic little self can establish a new life with a new social order where someone has time to take better care of him and solve the behavioral problems that he's developed. And, most importantly, no babies will be hurt while he starts over. I'm so glad we found him a place to be that isn't the below freezing outdoors or a kill shelter, and I wish things had gone differently. Here's hoping for a great fresh start for small cat.