When I got married two years ago, I brought to the union lots of neat new things for our house: antique furniture, heirloom linens, Le Creuset – and a cat named Calpurnia. All were welcomed, except Cal. Because already living in the house was my husband’s cat, Eve. As in…the first.
The fur-flying fights stopped after about six months. The need for two sets of bowls and two litter pans placed strategically around the house ended after about a year. Now they often accompany each other to eat or pee, waiting before taking a turn, for surveillance purposes, perhaps in tolerance—definitely not with fondness. Especially with the last frontier continuing to be our bed. Eve had been accustomed to sleeping in “the big room upstairs with the man” and Cal had been used to “the big cat bed the lady likes to sleep on too.” Both felt they had territorial rights, which meant nights jolted awake to an ear-piercing “Rowwwww!!!”
This had been life in our two-cat house until last week when we moved my great-Aunt Betty’s scalloped-edge Queen Anne end table out of the corner of the living room into the dining room in preparation for the delivery of our wood stove. That’s when the starting gun cracked the air and eight little feline legs galloped across our bamboo floor with the din of the Persian advance. They propelled and plummeted themselves from sofa to chairs to floor, the pads of their feet barely making contact with a surface as they whipped and bounced and flew around the room. Our cats were playing together, their simple kitty lives suddenly expanding, although Eve, who’s zaftig (that’s Yiddish for overweight), rested by the table a lot, batting her chubby paw while Cal continued her mad dashes. She was showing off.
It occurred to me that if the tiniest change could bring peace to our home – and get a fat cat to burn up a few calories – what minor adjustment might I make so that 2012 will be enriching, harmonious, and healthful? I know this sounds like making resolutions, but being an uber-competitor albeit moderate achiever, my resolutions were always too lofty and soon broken. So this year, my easy-breezy modification list so far includes cutting back to one bag of Cheez Doodles a week and telling my husband I love him before pointing out when he does something I don’t like. I think the second one alone will cover enriching, harmonious and healthful.
Now, what can you move out of your corner?