tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020960402708303830.post981226984218632040..comments2024-03-28T14:53:38.827-04:00Comments on BLCKDGRD: oUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020960402708303830.post-21020893910105107442016-12-26T15:06:30.134-05:002016-12-26T15:06:30.134-05:00Similar prob. here. Dear Sasha Baron Kitten began ...Similar prob. here. Dear Sasha Baron Kitten began stalking Grand Dame Lili(-put), our elder mini-Dachs. Drew blood. Horrible screaming. Vet suggested a plug-in feromone (sp?) dispenser in the region of the conflict. It's like a Febreze or other smelly thingy dispenser. Plugs in, heats the liquid, disperses molecules into the atmos. Cat gets a whiff. Chills. So far so good. No subsequent episodes. Let me know if you do & it works. Gratify me this tiny little bit.Jim H.https://www.blogger.com/profile/02088100982761595050noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020960402708303830.post-22324282057220074572016-12-25T09:54:03.501-05:002016-12-25T09:54:03.501-05:00My sisters went through a similar change. I got si...My sisters went through a similar change. I got sisters Imblique and Moschops when they were 1 and had them for a decade before I gave them over to a new host family of mother, father, six-year-old boy in 2001 in order to make the leap to where I live now. It was a painful separation to say the least, but I didn't want to submit them to the conditions required under the tenuous conditions that was sure to follow my leap until I finally settled.<br /><br />Additionally troubling at the time was a development in their relationship just prior to that, when I stayed with my sister for a few weeks prior to my departure. The change of venue would have been destabilizing, but I had moved once before and they got used to it and stuck together throughout. The difference I think was that my sister had dogs and cats. One day I returned from work to discover that the sisters would megrowl at each other and circumnavigate to avoid contact. I came to the conclusion that it had been the result of discovering that they were on foreign terrain, as a result no longer recognizing themselves for what they had meant to one another.<br /><br />The happy ending begins with witness of when I escorted them to their new home a few weeks later; they immediately scurried away and huddled together under the deep recesses of a piece of furniture -- their four glowing eyes as one, as they had been tens years before when they'd first become part of my dwelling, and again when I moved a year later. In a subsequent report from the new family, they were said to be getting along just fine.<br /><br />I do sincerely hope ol' evil Evolive evolves back into a productive member of society. I miss Imblique and Moschops, but not their hair and poop. Merry mutating metaphors to all o' yours and you.davidlyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04754707934311038544noreply@blogger.com