Back in 2010, when I first started writing about blind cat Lucy on this blog, I often maintained that blind cats are no different than other cats. I think I wrote about that pretty eloquently, when I look at old posts like this one.
But, as Lucy ages, some of her little quirks are starting to show. And while she still loves to pose for photos for The Cat On My Head and the Sunday selfies series, her photos might start to look a tiny bit similar from here on out.
Why? Because Lucy has a room of her own right now.
Lucy grew up with another cat of mine named Eamon. She and Eamon were very, very close. They slept together, groomed one another and doted on one another. She was a member of his community, and she loved him dearly. When he died last summer, her world changed. And she changed with it.
I think her blindness played a role. She seemed very confused about where Eamon was. And when she realized he was gone and she had no cat to guide her through the house, she became disoriented on a regular basis. She seemed lost, much of the time. And she ran into things incredibly frequently.
Lucy also stopped soliciting attention from other creatures, including the humans. When I tried to pet her, she would flinch and cower. And when my husband tried to pet her, she'd hiss. We chalked it up to grief, and we tried to help when we could. We gave her new beds and new toys, we tried to play with her and we tried to supply her with treats. We thought it would pass.
But the months stretched on, and while she got better, she just didn't return to the happy and joyful kitty I once knew. When I met foster Fergus, I thought I might have found a solution, as he and Eamon shared personality traits. I thought Lucy would have a chance to really bond with something she could whip into shape and play with.
But Fergus made things worse. Since she couldn't see him, she became an easy target for sneak kitten attacks. It made her nervous. Now, Lucy hissed all the time. And she stopped using the litter box altogether.
So I did some kitty jenga, moving Popoki into my writing studio on a full-time basis, and placing Lucy in Popoki's old basement room. I thought it would be a temporary measure to help reinforce good litter box habits. But as it turns out, Lucy may really need her own room all the time.
Lucy simply loves her little room. She happily snoozes the day away in a variety of different beds, and in the evening, she comes out for time with me, the husband and our dogs in our rec room, while the other cats stay behind a closed door. She purrs and kneads and drools and head butts. And when it's time to go back to bed, she heads right into her room, happy as anything.
Can you see it in her selfie?
I'm not sure if this will be Lucy's forever habitat. She may decide that she likes cat friends and open spaces once Fergus is older and a little less crazy. But for now, I am thrilled to have my sweet kitty back.
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