Angry Cecile today.
So my mother knows I'm severely depressed etc and Velvet gave me someone to look after and play with and love and be loved by etc. and I did all the legwork when she was first introduced, which was the opposite of a chore, but I feel I earned her affection to an extent.
Well, we already knew that my mother was disturbing Velvet every chance she got and while I was away at hospital she would close my doors because the first time I was away Velvet wanted to curl up on my sofa or bed. She also used to tut and tell Velvet off for being in my space when she thought I couldn't hear (I mainly keep to my room both out of respect for my parents and because I'm scared and dislikeful - that's a word now - of her and of their arguing).
Well lo and behold, she thinks I'm long asleep by 22:30 and I heard a little noise. I had just been hearing Velvet washing herself as normal and the little noise went on for a bit and when I went back to check immediately after, no Velvet with the door shut. This solves the mystery of why she suddenly switched from my bed to my mother's bed. I know I need to move on but it feels like a loss AND a rejection.
Anyway, she hasn't completely disappeared, obviously. Her latest adventures including getting herself stung by a bee three times in a week - she likes to pounce on them. Animals are supposed to be a little bit smarter than this, surely! Poor thing with her sore paw, though. SOMEONE (my mother says a fox but Velvet would have been screaming her face off, if not then, then in the morning) also got a bag of treats, dragged it halfway across the floor and chewed a hole in it. Hmmmm.
Started on morphine and it's making my eyes blur so photos next time. Strokes and hugs to all excellent cats and waves to all their slaves!