I feel like my old self again. Neurotic, paranoid, totally inadequate, completely insecure. It's a pleasure.
Maybe Pru is a bit neurotic. I fear that trait is only exacerbated by the move. Momo is handling things better. She's known me for a long time. Got to know me slowly, in her own territory. And is not an antisocial freak to begin with, unlike sensitive, twitchy Pru. She's adjusting. Slowly. But she's moodier than normal. And has a short span of tolerance for anyone but me.
Wm: Honey, can you come get your cat?
Jodi: What is she doing?
Wm: She's sitting next to the toilet. She won't let me go to the bathroom.
Jodi: Did she hiss at you?
Wm: Yes. See?
Jodi: Pru? What is your problem. Oh, look... she threw up. Well, there you go. It makes perfect sense. You can't use the bathroom. SHE is using it. To barf.
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Good to hear Pru is adjusting by creating fear.
Posted by: DrinkJack
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24 mars 2007 10h28