Purpose, Part 2. in Whey and Sonic Screwdrivers.

I woke up feeling more relaxed than usual. My girls aloof at the foot of my bed. Their state of complete laziness made me realize just how much tension there has been since Alice was introduced.

Getting that third litter box yesterday was completely overdue. My cat-instincts tell me that Mr. Boi feels like Alice took his “space”. The back room used to be his space, where he could run to, where he is fed, where he poops. Then suddenly INVADER. I fathom he felt he had nowhere to go. Thus, why he has been on edge so much in the past month.

While I will be selectively isolating Alice in the back room, it’s Mr. Boi who needs some isolation time in a different place. He’s stressed out, and lashing out at everyone, including me. Dude, I feed you and clean up your poop, don’t hiss and growl at me. It will take time for him to realize which space is his.

Ditto Alice realizing her food dish is away from the girls. Though, to her credit, she HAS identified the cat food bin. It’s the Source.

Once Mr. Boi stops being a little bitch to Alice, there will probably be peace. I have faith my girls can adapt easier to her. If he never adapts, I’ll activate my contingency plan and give him to my wife. He did attach himself to her first.

But hopefully, it won’t come to that. I am DaddyCat; if I am the cat whisperer that I fashion myself to be, I’ll figure out what is best for all of them.