Bad news. This is another post about my cats. I know, I know. I talk about them a lot, but I can't help it. I'm one of the weirdos that really loves my cats. I guess that is pretty obvious considering I did spend seven months preparing their paperwork, tests and travel arrangements to get them to Ireland with me.
Fox Jeffrey is my youngest cat. He's a five year old yellow Tabby and let's just say he's a few fries short of a happy meal. Always has been. I attribute it to him being taken away by his mother at just four weeks old. He sees imaginary fairies on the wall, it took me nearly a year to train him to use the litter box. I've never been able to teach him how to use his scratching post...after four years of that, I gave up and just counted my blessings that at least he used his litter box. So, needless to say, I had cat scratched furniture back in America. He's never been a snuggler. Yes, he's "special." I compare him to David after dentist.
Charlie, on the other hand, is the complete opposite. He's my ten year old Tabby. He listens, he was no problem when it came to litter box training, he uses the scratching post and he's always first in line to be petted and snuggled.
Then, we move to Ireland. I fully expected it to be traumatic for them, but it actually wasn't. They've adjusted quite well. Especially Fox. Barry and I have come up with a theory: Fox is actually Irish and he's back in his home land and therefore he's happy. I'll prove it. I bought them a scratching post and he walked over to it and USED IT!!! I've tried for YEARS to get him to use it! And, he's not offered to scratch on any of our furniture here. In addition, he's become super lovey...wanting petted all the time. For instance, this very moment as I type this, he is cuddled up next to me PURRING!!! I know this sounds ridiculous, but you have no idea what a night and day change he has made since coming to Ireland. Of course, my friend offered a different theory instead of the whole he may be Irish thing, she said he probably had a stroke on the plane that caused him to change personalities. I guess that could be another possibility.
Charlie, he's doing well, too. He's still the same sweet kitty, but he's having a teensy weensy bit more of a difficult time adjusting. I say he's my American cat. He and I, the two Americans, are both having a little trouble adjusting, but we're coming around just fine.