There was trouble... trouble in the water from a few days after he arrived. Tiffany's little heart-patient kitten was in love with him, and it was delightful. Then he started swatting at her to play. Then his playing got stronger, and she couldn't keep up. Then his playing got strong enough to be unacceptable. He hit her and pummeled her and wouldn't leave her alone. Tiffany's other cat, Button, was part of the game, and fought right back with Plymouth. But Annabelle isn't strong enough for that. He got to the point of making her life miserable.
Sean, Tiffany's boyfriend, was wonderful with him. He and Tiffany both dealt with Plymouth sucking on their ears, and drooling down their necks at night... sleeping on their faces, etc. They were wonderful and tolerant and patient.
On Monday, 8 days after I took Plymouth to Tiffany's house, she texted me at work. She apologized profusely, after having kept me updated nearly every day on Plymouth's progress (or lack thereof), and said that she was going to have to bring him back. I asked if I could come get him after work, and she said no, she already had him loaded up in the car and was on the way.
She tried so hard... she was so wonderful... but he's just such a butt. And she had no choice.
So that's that. It feels both wonderful and strange to have him back, knowing that I love him so dearly, but that he makes my life partner so miserable. I don't know how to make him more tolerable. The point is, he's back. My little boy is back home with me.
1 comment:
If that's Plymouth in the picture he's a beautiful cat. Unlike that hideous wooly mammoth you're married to.
Your hubby seems to be a whiny and needy little boy who would forsake an innocent animal for his own juvenile needs and desires.
Kim, kick ol' motorhead to the curb and let him go turn a wrench somewhere.
He has no idea how badly he's damaged your relationship making you get rid of Plymouth.
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