At 4 a.m. I find myself throwing cushions on the ceramic floor next to Coco who has managed to wedge herself in the smallest crevice she could find between the wall and dresser. All night her mewing sounds quite like “Mama” and my heart is breaking for her. Perhaps the shrink was correct when he informed me that I am more sensitive than most people because I was all choked up feeling her loss.
At 8 a.m. after several trips back and forth with toys and such I crawled back into my warm bed. I need sleep. Although Coco was quiet for about an hour she started up again and finally I wedged my arm into the crevice scooped her up and brought her into the bed with me. Instead of “talking” to her I started to replicate her mewing and then she finally started to cuddle and purr. Perhaps I need to somehow convince her that I am not a person but a giant cat.
The bedroom wardrobe is covered from wall to wall with mirror and the poor thing gets a bit freaked out every time she sees another cat next to her. I should think that after being pulled from a litter of 12 she would welcome the twin but not quite so. Thank God this is a long weekend that we have time to get to know “each other”.