Lifeboat Muster Point for TalkExiles - Thread 2

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Continuation of previous thread.

Gather here all ye refugees from the foundering ship of JTT, if ye be in need of "How the heck do I format my post?" "Why can't I edit my typos?" "What do those acronyms mean?" and most importantly, "Where is everybody that I used to know?"

Or just to chat randomly.

That’s reassuring @DeanVolecapeAKAelderberry. I’d want to quarantine a new cat for a couple of weeks so they wouldn’t put my PreciousFirstBorn at any risk. I’m not sure how I’d cope shutting a scared cat away for so long though, and the guilt with shutting K out whenever I spent time with New Cat. I think he’d like a playmate though. His favourite thing in the world is being chased, and frequently instigates it by playfully batting me with his paws and running off.

@MavisMcMinty that’s the sort of thing I worry about. I’d hate the change the dynamic between us.

Oscar spent his first week or so in a crate (with a litter tray and water) in the living room until he had his stitches out. I covered one end with a blanket so he could hide if he wanted to, but the dogs and Hector got used to the sight and smell of him (and he of them) and it all went more smoothly than I expected. I suspect I'm a bit bossy with them and convey an impression of not being prepared to accept too much sensibility.

My advice would be to leave it until your Precious Firstborn has… “passed”, then get a kitten at the same time, it seems to be easier if they all grow up together.

Lots of rather firm cuddles and affectionate but stern talking-to.

Sorry, meant to say get a kitten and a puppy at the same time.

I was amazed at puppy classes how instantly Badger learned and understood the command “Leave” until I remembered how often we had to say it to him about the cats when he and his siblings were babies.

Blimey, there are some sulky cats out there.

I worked for a woman who had two cats which loathed each other and started, in the client's words, 'trying to shit each other out of existence'. It was awful, the entire garden was covered in shit. All over the beds and all over the lawn. In the house too, apparently. I had to stop working there in the end.

I've been enjoying this thread today: www.mumsnet.com/talk/am_i_being_unreasonable/4696563-to-think-he-discarded-me-because-i-wouldnt-allow-him-to-move-in?page=1

There are some savage comments about the bloke. I wonder how many men realise how vengeful women can be.

Heh, I saw that thread earlier, and thought - not for the first time - how if macman died/chucked me I would NEVER want to live with anybody else ever again. I might be tempted by someone with their own house a couple of hundred miles away but no nearer than that. “Let there be spaces in your togetherness.”

Mavis, I feel exactly the same.

I think one of the reasons me and Mr T have been together so long is that we both require, and give each other, a lot of space. We are both happy to sit in a room together, but not talk, for hours.

Me and Mrs Pike live in separate houses, 12 years together maybe five arguments in all that time. there's not a day goes by we don't have a good old natter on the phone, and I'm moving closer so we can spend more time together but we see no need to fix something that isn't broken.

This is how I feel too. I need my space. I need my silence. I need my Things a certain way.

I like the idea of being in the same room as someone while each reading/doing our own thing but so far for some reason I have not found a man who was happy to do this.

Cyan, I went through a few men before meeting Mr T and he's the only one who wasn't needy. He ran away to sea at 17 so was independent very early by today's standards.

@CyanCyan , That's my idea of heaven. There was a scene in A Single Man when Mr Darcy (forget the actor's name) was on a sofa with his lover and they were either end, each reading in their beautiful mid-century modern home and I just sighed with the beauty of it all and thought "relationship goals". I think I'd find it incredibly hard to live with someone after so many years of living alone. It would be nice to have sleepovers and stuff but I like my own space and need a lot of time alone in order to be able to cope with the world.

Yes! My idea of heaven is each lying on a separate sofa (and K on his own sofa as he also likes his space) next to a roaring fire, each reading a book and taking it in turns to top up glasses of Sauvignon, interspersed with brief insights into whatever we’re reading. Still, I don’t think it would be long before that would drive me batty as well.

That's good going. I knew a woman whose husband lived in another country and it seemed to work for them. Not sure I'd want to go that far, though.

DH and I are very good at "together in the same room doing separate things" and in fact I think our offspring have inherited the same gene.

His major flaw is what I call Piles - not those piles, but the little piles of stuff that he leaves around the house on any horizontal surface, to nucleate and then aggregate more stuff.

Oh yes, the piles, I know them well.

<deep sigh>

not those piles, but the little piles of stuff that he leaves around the house on any horizontal surface, to nucleate and then aggregate more stuff.

I have one of those. He calls tidying "picking up" - which means organising piles on available surfaces (e.g. in front of books on the book shelves, just why?) , rather than the essential next step: putting away. Shouldn't moan though, as overall he does more housework than me. But we have lots of piles.

Congratulations and sympathy, Pike, house moving is rubbish but worth it in the end.

Some very impressive dawgs up thread.

We have no snow in darkest Dorset but it's freeeeezing.

My other half has a tendency to crumple up pieces of paper and fling them randomly in the direction of the woodburner. As well as having piles.

Think that's the day caught up with.

Just saw this on FB.

Exeter Cathedral has a 14th century door that is mentioned as an entrance for cats. From 1305 cathedral accounts show an allowance for quarterly payments of 13 pence “to the custors and the cats” (custoribus et cato, if you’re doing it in Latin). They kept the rats and mice down following a recorded incidence of mice eating a robe believed to have belonged to Joseph of Aramathea

^^

Apart from piles, my OH doesn't use the bin by his desk for rubbish, he keeps tools in it and leaves the rubbish on his desk, in a pile. Every so often he gets a bin bag and shifts it. I have to admit he does seem to be improving there.

That's a great door - am a fan of #AdoorableThursday on Twitter.