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For real this time. Quiet Jezzie, soft Jezzie -- daddy's little prima donna died tonight.

We don't know what happened. We were getting ready for bed -- [livejournal.com profile] msmemory was already under the covers, and I was washing up when we heard a brief strange scream. It took me a minute to find my glasses, and then inventory the rooms. I found her under one of the chairs in the dining room; I knew almost instantly that she was dead.

[livejournal.com profile] msmemory is kind of shattered. I'm in shock, still somewhere between "this has to be a dream" and a trembling violin-string tautness, dreading having to bury her tomorrow. Jedi, bless him, is largely clueless about the whole thing.

It's a commonplace to always make sure your loved ones know you care, since you never know what tomorrow, or even the next hour, will bring. The same is true of your pets -- always remember to give them a good scritch...
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For real this time. Quiet Jezzie, soft Jezzie -- daddy's little prima donna died tonight.

We don't know what happened. We were getting ready for bed -- [livejournal.com profile] msmemory was already under the covers, and I was washing up when we heard a brief strange scream. It took me a minute to find my glasses, and then inventory the rooms. I found her under one of the chairs in the dining room; I knew almost instantly that she was dead.

[livejournal.com profile] msmemory is kind of shattered. I'm in shock, still somewhere between "this has to be a dream" and a trembling violin-string tautness, dreading having to bury her tomorrow. Jedi, bless him, is largely clueless about the whole thing.

It's a commonplace to always make sure your loved ones know you care, since you never know what tomorrow, or even the next hour, will bring. The same is true of your pets -- always remember to give them a good scritch...
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To call this week "stressful" would be about the greatest understatement I am capable of. Most of that stress I'm not prepared to talk about right now. But I *can* talk about the first part of it: The War of the Cats.

As far as we've been able to reconstruct, it started Monday morning. Context: we love our great room, but it does have a bug or two, and one of the most noticeable is the screens in the windows, which are held in by nothing but pressure and prayer. We'd left one of the windows open a *bit* Sunday night, by accident, not even thinking about it.

Far as we can tell, sometime Monday morning, the kids were probably chasing around the house at a hundred miles an hour as usual, with Jedi probably harassing Jezebel. (Which he's been doing too often lately: really, he's been a bit of a bully.) He probably chased her into the great room, she jumped up onto the windowsill, he kept hassling her, she pressed into the gap under the window to get away from him, pressed against the screen -- which gave way at the bottom, and she fell from the second story. (From there, I can only guess about her adventures during the day.)

We didn't even notice anything was wrong until about noon, when [livejournal.com profile] msmemory pointed out that Jez hadn't been seen in hours; we grew more worried when Jez didn't show up at feeding time. By 4pm, she had torn the entire house apart and looked around outside, and was getting very unhappy. So I cut out of work promptly as soon as I was done with meetings at 5, came home and joined the search.

[livejournal.com profile] msmemory showed me the screen (still in its frame, but loose at the bottom), and shared her theory that Jez had fallen out the window. So I went outside -- where of course, the landscapers had shown up in massive force at 5pm sharp, six guys with Big Loud Machines doing spring cleanup, cutting and shredding and blowing and generally being as inhospitable to a cat as I could possibly imagine.

I put myself in her paws. If I was a cat, who had never been loose outside, had just fallen two stories, and was now surrounded by Evil Noisemakers, what would I do? So I began looking for every small, dark place I could find. And blessedly, I eventually found her -- not just in my tool shed, but crammed way in the back of the bottom shelf, the darkest possible space. She *was* actually mewing piteously -- but she's been incredibly quiet since she was a kitten, and her mews were almost inaudible. So I pulled her out (she was scared, but still had the clue that anything Daddy was doing had to be better than this), and brought her inside.

That wasn't the end of it, though. For the next two days, she's been treating her brother as Evil Incarnate. (Which is why I suspect he bullied her out the window.) She apparently decided that she has been pushed too far, too long, and wasn't going to put up with it. Which sounds fine in principle, but in practice has meant that every time he's tried to come near our bed (or anywhere else in her eyesight), she has gone into full growl-and-hiss mode. That, in turn, has freaked him out pretty badly, since from his POV all he's been doing has been playing, so they keep fighting. (This is particularly unfortunate when it's on the bed at 4am.)

There's not much way to sit cats down and explain to them that they need to chill out, so I've simply focused on reassuring both of them that they are still loved, and the frequent skritches seem to be helping. I can't say they're completely playing nice, but the chasing seems to be losing some of its life-and-death intensity, and is slowly getting back towards more normal play. I'm hopeful that, given another few days, she'll get over the trauma of her Adventure in the Big World, and things will settle down to something approximating normal...
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To call this week "stressful" would be about the greatest understatement I am capable of. Most of that stress I'm not prepared to talk about right now. But I *can* talk about the first part of it: The War of the Cats.

As far as we've been able to reconstruct, it started Monday morning. Context: we love our great room, but it does have a bug or two, and one of the most noticeable is the screens in the windows, which are held in by nothing but pressure and prayer. We'd left one of the windows open a *bit* Sunday night, by accident, not even thinking about it.

Far as we can tell, sometime Monday morning, the kids were probably chasing around the house at a hundred miles an hour as usual, with Jedi probably harassing Jezebel. (Which he's been doing too often lately: really, he's been a bit of a bully.) He probably chased her into the great room, she jumped up onto the windowsill, he kept hassling her, she pressed into the gap under the window to get away from him, pressed against the screen -- which gave way at the bottom, and she fell from the second story. (From there, I can only guess about her adventures during the day.)

We didn't even notice anything was wrong until about noon, when [livejournal.com profile] msmemory pointed out that Jez hadn't been seen in hours; we grew more worried when Jez didn't show up at feeding time. By 4pm, she had torn the entire house apart and looked around outside, and was getting very unhappy. So I cut out of work promptly as soon as I was done with meetings at 5, came home and joined the search.

[livejournal.com profile] msmemory showed me the screen (still in its frame, but loose at the bottom), and shared her theory that Jez had fallen out the window. So I went outside -- where of course, the landscapers had shown up in massive force at 5pm sharp, six guys with Big Loud Machines doing spring cleanup, cutting and shredding and blowing and generally being as inhospitable to a cat as I could possibly imagine.

I put myself in her paws. If I was a cat, who had never been loose outside, had just fallen two stories, and was now surrounded by Evil Noisemakers, what would I do? So I began looking for every small, dark place I could find. And blessedly, I eventually found her -- not just in my tool shed, but crammed way in the back of the bottom shelf, the darkest possible space. She *was* actually mewing piteously -- but she's been incredibly quiet since she was a kitten, and her mews were almost inaudible. So I pulled her out (she was scared, but still had the clue that anything Daddy was doing had to be better than this), and brought her inside.

That wasn't the end of it, though. For the next two days, she's been treating her brother as Evil Incarnate. (Which is why I suspect he bullied her out the window.) She apparently decided that she has been pushed too far, too long, and wasn't going to put up with it. Which sounds fine in principle, but in practice has meant that every time he's tried to come near our bed (or anywhere else in her eyesight), she has gone into full growl-and-hiss mode. That, in turn, has freaked him out pretty badly, since from his POV all he's been doing has been playing, so they keep fighting. (This is particularly unfortunate when it's on the bed at 4am.)

There's not much way to sit cats down and explain to them that they need to chill out, so I've simply focused on reassuring both of them that they are still loved, and the frequent skritches seem to be helping. I can't say they're completely playing nice, but the chasing seems to be losing some of its life-and-death intensity, and is slowly getting back towards more normal play. I'm hopeful that, given another few days, she'll get over the trauma of her Adventure in the Big World, and things will settle down to something approximating normal...
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Every cat is different, and each one is a learning experience. One of the main things I had to learn when we got the current kids was how to deal with Jez, who is the first longhair cat that either of us has ever owned. Fortunately, the vet was very clear from the beginning: we were to brush her *every* day, and get her used to it from an early age.

As he predicted, it quickly became part of our daily ritual, and as he predicted she quickly grew to like it. This means I don't have to be at all pushy about it -- the main brush lives at my bedside, and at least once each day when I'm in the bedroom (most often when I'm getting dressed), she comes up and presents herself for brushing, and I always give her at least a couple of minutes of it.

That said, I suspect both of us will be happy to have a bit of more normal humidity back. Brushing her this winter is rather like brushing an electric eel: every stroke crackles with constant static electricity, and her fur doesn't really come out any neater than when I started. (Indeed, often less so -- the static causes it to bunch oddly.) We'll both enjoy it more when it becomes a less shocking experience...
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Every cat is different, and each one is a learning experience. One of the main things I had to learn when we got the current kids was how to deal with Jez, who is the first longhair cat that either of us has ever owned. Fortunately, the vet was very clear from the beginning: we were to brush her *every* day, and get her used to it from an early age.

As he predicted, it quickly became part of our daily ritual, and as he predicted she quickly grew to like it. This means I don't have to be at all pushy about it -- the main brush lives at my bedside, and at least once each day when I'm in the bedroom (most often when I'm getting dressed), she comes up and presents herself for brushing, and I always give her at least a couple of minutes of it.

That said, I suspect both of us will be happy to have a bit of more normal humidity back. Brushing her this winter is rather like brushing an electric eel: every stroke crackles with constant static electricity, and her fur doesn't really come out any neater than when I started. (Indeed, often less so -- the static causes it to bunch oddly.) We'll both enjoy it more when it becomes a less shocking experience...
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Intellectually, I know that I should be strict about Jedi climbing up onto the top of the back of the chair behind me. It's distracting, and I really can't allow him to do it most of the time. Letting him do it for a little while *some* of the time simply provides intermittent reinforcement, which is absolutely the worst way to teach him not to.

But it's so damned *cute*. And warm against my shoulders. Being disciplined with cats is very difficult sometimes...
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Intellectually, I know that I should be strict about Jedi climbing up onto the top of the back of the chair behind me. It's distracting, and I really can't allow him to do it most of the time. Letting him do it for a little while *some* of the time simply provides intermittent reinforcement, which is absolutely the worst way to teach him not to.

But it's so damned *cute*. And warm against my shoulders. Being disciplined with cats is very difficult sometimes...
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Dear Jedi,

I understand that the Blue Lily bag is evil. I could see its handles trying to eat your butt as you tore around the house desperately trying to escape. And yes, I understand that it was the shopping bag, not you, that knocked over the boxes.

And the candleabra.

And the lamp.

But really -- having finally escaped its nefarious clutches, you might want to think about steering clear of it for a while, rather than jumping right back into its maw...
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Dear Jedi,

I understand that the Blue Lily bag is evil. I could see its handles trying to eat your butt as you tore around the house desperately trying to escape. And yes, I understand that it was the shopping bag, not you, that knocked over the boxes.

And the candleabra.

And the lamp.

But really -- having finally escaped its nefarious clutches, you might want to think about steering clear of it for a while, rather than jumping right back into its maw...
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I swear, Jedi *clearly* has the ability to open portals to other worlds, and cause havoc there.

I say this because, on a regular basis, I hear noises that sound like the entire house is crashing down: massive thumpings, clatterings and clangings, always followed by the sound of running feet. Yet, when I get to the apparent location of the noise, nothing is out of place.

Of course, there are other possibilities. For example, that the house *is* crashing down, and the cats are simply repairing it before I can get upstairs. But given their lack of thumbs, I think that Occam's Razor indicates otherwise. It's much easier to believe that the noises are coming through dimensional portals, as Jedi returns from whatever the heck adventures he's getting into over there...
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I swear, Jedi *clearly* has the ability to open portals to other worlds, and cause havoc there.

I say this because, on a regular basis, I hear noises that sound like the entire house is crashing down: massive thumpings, clatterings and clangings, always followed by the sound of running feet. Yet, when I get to the apparent location of the noise, nothing is out of place.

Of course, there are other possibilities. For example, that the house *is* crashing down, and the cats are simply repairing it before I can get upstairs. But given their lack of thumbs, I think that Occam's Razor indicates otherwise. It's much easier to believe that the noises are coming through dimensional portals, as Jedi returns from whatever the heck adventures he's getting into over there...
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[Happy birthday to [livejournal.com profile] its_just_me!]

I'm officially too much of a softie, and Jedi is too cute and too persistent. He is currently lying on the small on my back, as I sit in my office chair, having very gradually crawled behind me while I was busy typing. (He's kind of lying across the top of my butt.)

On the one hand, this is actually comfortably warm, which is kinda nice. But *boy* is my posture dreadful right now...
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[Happy birthday to [livejournal.com profile] its_just_me!]

I'm officially too much of a softie, and Jedi is too cute and too persistent. He is currently lying on the small on my back, as I sit in my office chair, having very gradually crawled behind me while I was busy typing. (He's kind of lying across the top of my butt.)

On the one hand, this is actually comfortably warm, which is kinda nice. But *boy* is my posture dreadful right now...
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Jezabelle appeared a couple of minutes ago, apparently none the worse from the experience save for being ravenously hungry. My thanks to everyone who suggested food and light, which got her to come out fairly quickly. And my apologies for spamming everyone's flist with tearing my hair out.

(Man -- I don't panic easily these days, but that sent me for quite a roller-coaster. Too many nightmares over the years about the cats getting out and lost...)
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Jezabelle appeared a couple of minutes ago, apparently none the worse from the experience save for being ravenously hungry. My thanks to everyone who suggested food and light, which got her to come out fairly quickly. And my apologies for spamming everyone's flist with tearing my hair out.

(Man -- I don't panic easily these days, but that sent me for quite a roller-coaster. Too many nightmares over the years about the cats getting out and lost...)

Or not...

Sep. 12th, 2008 08:40 pm
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Gah -- the uncertainty is driving me crazy. I *think* I heard a couple of faint meows that didn't seem to be coming from Jedi; hence the theory that she's in the ceiling somewhere. But all attempts to elicit anything more definite have been fruitless. It's maddening, not being sure...

Or not...

Sep. 12th, 2008 08:40 pm
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Gah -- the uncertainty is driving me crazy. I *think* I heard a couple of faint meows that didn't seem to be coming from Jedi; hence the theory that she's in the ceiling somewhere. But all attempts to elicit anything more definite have been fruitless. It's maddening, not being sure...
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A quick note, just to calm my nerves.

Far as I can tell, I was wrong -- it isn't that Jez got *out* of the house, it's that she got *into* it. I can hear her, just barely, occasionally. Far as I can tell, she got into the one small opening into the ceiling above the basement, which is otherwise 100% closed, and now she's lost in there. She's only speaking up occasionally, so I can't be sure where she is. (If I had a clear position, I'd just knock a hole in the ceiling.)

So it's *hopefully* not as bad as I thought, but we're far from safe: that floor is stuffed with insulation, and now I'm worried about whether she might try eating some of it...
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A quick note, just to calm my nerves.

Far as I can tell, I was wrong -- it isn't that Jez got *out* of the house, it's that she got *into* it. I can hear her, just barely, occasionally. Far as I can tell, she got into the one small opening into the ceiling above the basement, which is otherwise 100% closed, and now she's lost in there. She's only speaking up occasionally, so I can't be sure where she is. (If I had a clear position, I'd just knock a hole in the ceiling.)

So it's *hopefully* not as bad as I thought, but we're far from safe: that floor is stuffed with insulation, and now I'm worried about whether she might try eating some of it...

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