Author: jackiella

This fight between the two brothers is getting old, believe me. Not only do we have to have a different food dish for the kitchen counter for Jake, but along with two differently located cat boxes, we now take turns carrying him to the cat box to do his business. Whenever he is on the… Continue reading Taking the Cat to the Bathroom

Well, things are some better although not perfect. Jake is spending more time out of the cupboard and on my lap but there is still some hissing and wailing when they get face to face. Yesterday on two occasions, they were both on my lap very visibly ignoring each other. Simon climbed up while Jake… Continue reading The Fighting Cat

Here is a photo from a couple of months ago where Jake was posturing and Simon was showing respect. This would be wonderful to see again--or even the other way around with Jake being submissive, but no deal. They are both aggressors and it doesn't seem to be getting any better. We are giving Jake… Continue reading

This is where I wish Jake were--but he's not; he's up in the cupboard over the refrigerator or on the soffit around the kitchen. This is Simon in Jake's box and that is the story the way it is these days around here--one cat in the cupboard and one having the freedom to roam. This… Continue reading

Something new today--Jake (the former alpha cat) has come out of the bedroom on his own, but spends most of his time either in the cupboard over the refrigerator or on the soffit that does around the kitchen. He's seemingly less afraid of Simon (the former submissive cat), but still hollers and hisses each time… Continue reading And the beat goes on!

  Cats are still fighting, this is the end of two weeks. Jake is in fine condition, the blood work was great, so that theory is debunked in our case. I received some transdermal medication in the mail yesterday to rub onto his ears, but we haven't begun it yet. This morning we spent two… Continue reading And the Drama Goes on

This is what my babies looked like just two short weeks ago. Something happened then to piss them off and they have been fighting every since. We've tried everything--sprays, separating them, pretending to be mother cat and scruffing them down and hissing at them, etc. Still no luck. The cat (Jake) that was the alpha… Continue reading Fighting Cats

Sunshine gleams through the window lighting the bed with bright heat. Indian Summer falls upon us, leaves turning their tips toward winter’s hoary breath. This season is sadness— it hangs in every teardrop of color, waiting to fall on my shoulders and take away my will. Death and renewal so far from each other. I… Continue reading Indian Summer

It’s frigid out, snow threatening from a sky that hangs down onto the trees. The cold has seeped in my windows onto my feet, which are as cool as frozen steaks.  If I could thaw out, I might have a poem that would grace these papers, but like the snow  the poet just sits heavily… Continue reading Ars Poetica

After telling her at least five times how I don’t like curls and at least five times she tells me it will just have body, I agree to get a wave (nee permanent wave, perm). I’m naturally skittish as I drive to the Salon, after all I’ve had this experience before but remind myself that… Continue reading The Wave