Java Jive
I used to say that sleep is for the old and feeble. Now, I say sleep is for people who don't have fighting cats in their bedroom. JesusGIJoeandMary. Those two woke me up at 4:45 this morning. Or, I should say that Java did, with her hissing and growling. I guess she woke up and decided to join us in my room.
She is one crotchety old broad.
I feel sort of Southern, but I gave her separate-but-nearly equal quarters. I just closed her off, in the bedroom, with a litter box made from a shallow cardboard box, and a dish of food and bowl of water. She gets to spend about a week in there, until she's more comfortable.
When I put it in there, she watched me set it all down. Then, rather than hissing at me, she meowed the tiniest little meow I've ever heard. Then, she settled into the pillow in the corner and started dozing. That seems like progress.
I'm going to be sad about having to lock Butterscotch out of my room at night. He's used to sleeping in there. Supposedly, after a week, you can let the two cats hang out together, some. That's not so bad. A week.
Man, I'm tired.