Here's a scenario I never saw coming. I've had insomnia for several months. I've tried so many different treatments but, inadvertently, threw a monkey wrench in the quest for sleep. I adopted a cat who cries. ALL. NIGHT. LONG.
Today my husband and I took him to see our vet. He was given a clean bill of health. They remarked on his handsomeness - and he truly is one very good looking boy - and his sweet disposition. (Although my husband could debate that, after sustaining some pretty serious scratches while trying to get him into the cat carrier.) Getting over this crying thing is going to "take time." We need to invest in more toys and play time with him. We need to understand that he's adjusting to a new environment.
I have a different thought process. This sweet little #$*% cat needs to understand that I need sleep. I am just as much adjusting to him being in my house as he is to being here. So, whether he likes it or not, we are going to compromise. Tonight he will sleep in his own room, away from the rest of us, with his food, water, and litter box. I will even put the radio on softly for him. In the meantime, I will love him up and play with him until he falls over from exhaustion. But tonight, I will sleep without hearing him wail for hours on end.
I pray to God that this getting-used-to-each-other phase is over soon. And I also pray that Ambien will be my friend again tonight. I have such good intentions, but things just don't seem to go as I had hoped far more often than I wish. : (
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