Cat Feud

At the risk of driving those of you who feel you hear enough about our cats even crazier, here's this.

Deanna the Cat had to go in three weeks ago for some dental work. She had gingivitis and gum recession, and the vet told us that pretty soon she would be in a lot of pain, so there was no question that we'd take her in for the treatment.

It would be a good idea to issue some sort of sedative for anxious cat parents such as Peggy and I, who went back home and fretted until we got word to come get Deanie, that all was well and that the treatment (removing some choppers and a good thorough brushing) was a success.  We were happy as we drove over to the vet office to get her, and bubbling with joy to take her home, sure that her sister Edwina had missed her badly all day and would welcome her home with nuzzles and facelicks and so forth.

Well, the last time I was THAT wrong about anything was November 8, 2016. We did not know, but we do know now, that cats don't like it when their sibling or housemate comes home smelling like the vet's office. So, Eddie responded to Deanna's return with hisses, howls, low guttural growls, and the same sort of face you would see on a Kardashian forced to wear something from Goodwill. 

Or on a Goodwill forced to sell something to a Kardashian.

It got better over the next couple of days, but it was yet another lesson in the Big Book Of So You Think You Know, But You Don't Know Jack! 

The veterinary staff told us that it all has to do with Deanna coming home reeking of clinical aromas that made her a stranger to Edwina. Until that odor wore off, Eddie really did not know who she was, and so lashed out in the only way she knows how.

No one took seriously my thought to shpritz them both with Febreze, either.