A little on 'small cat'

'Small cat' seems to have been decidedly un-fazed by the sad goings on this week.

In the first instance I was concerned that when the time came for the dreaded vets visit on Wednesday she might be a little unnerved by it all, cat's being, in theory at least, very sensitive creatures we decided to shut her in another room whilst we concentrated on Poppy. We were also a little concerned that knowing Ditto's 'everything is a game' attitude to life there was a distinct possibility she might just blunder in among Poppy's last few minutes in a very inappropriate manner.

In the event she seems not to be feeling, even slightly, the massive void that PG and I are. Not once has she behaved unusually, not once has she sniffed around in that investigative manner that cats are usually so obvious with, she hasn't attempted to use Poppy's now very vacant bed, nor shown any other sign of feeling that anything whatsoever in her little life has changed!

All to the good, bad enough that PG and I feel as we do without small cat being miserable too, though a tiny part of me would liked to have thought she at least noticed Poppy's absence.

Today was my first day back at work, post 'very sad event' and in all honesty I was dreading it. My first work day routine without Poppy to greet me almost before I had stumbled bleary eyed out of bed, without Poppy sitting in the bathroom 'talking' to me whilst I showered and my first day coming home to a flat devoid of her insistent meowing for some attention the moment I walked through the door.

So it was I set off at 6am telling myself the 'chin up and best foot forward' stuff and deciding I had to find something positive to focus on. My positive focus was that Ditto can now have biscuits and treats, something she could rarely have before because the Poppy cat would thieve them and without teeth then choke. Lunch time I decided was the time to hit the supermarket and find some 'Ditto treats'

The first couple of hours at work were difficult, everytime someone said something kind, or asked how I was, I would begin, despite all attempts otherwise, to snivel. Gah. Eventually I 'got it together' and as the day wore on I discovered that, loathed though I am to admit it, the distraction and company of being at work was a good thing. Add to that Poppy was obviously never at work with me and so it is not a place where I miss her being quite the same.

Lunch time came and I made my way to a supermarket and bought up one of almost every conceivable crunchy and chewy cat treat I could find.

Home time arrived and I set off on my drive in part dreading going home to no Poppy but also looking forward to offering 'small cat' all her new fare. I made it indoors successfully (almost) distracting myself from the lack of Poppy, sat down on the floor with Ditto and began unwrapping her treats.

You know of course what happened don't you. One by one she sniffed, one or two she gave a cursory lick and then she promptly turned her nose up at them all and walked off....not one did she eat! Pffttt.


~ Sleep tight Poppy cat ~