Hey folks,
Just… want to unload, I guess.
On the 2nd, my beautiful 15 year old girl was pts. It was awful, but it was her time. I miss her insanely. I miss her so damn much. She was with me through my whole adulthood. She was cuddly, incredibly vocal, and purred so very much. She slept on my chest, or on my pillow beside my head. She yelled at me when she decided it was time for more wet food (which was always). Fizzy was so incredibly beautiful, too. She was all white, with a perfect circle of black on her side, and little black smudge on her head, and a pure black tail. She had the greenest of green eyes. Fizzy was not an outdoor cat (none of my girls go outside proper) but in the last few months she loved to demand outside time, so she could go out and chew on grass while I read nearby. I have so many beautiful photos of her outside recently.
The problem now, is the other girls. I have four, all desexed, and all of them (including Fizzy) were adopted as young kittens, so this is the only home they’ve known long term:
Bacardi, 12
Mocha, 8
Sprite, 4
Bambi, 1.5
Fizzy, being over 15, was here when each of the girls were brought home. Bacardi and Sprite were both older kittens, adopted from the shelter. Mocha and Bambi were adopted from facebook groups at barely-old-enough imo. But it is what it is.
The fighting started a couple months back, looking back, likely when they started really pegging onto Fizzy’s failing health. Most of the fighting, originally, was between Bambi and Sprite. Bambi was usually the instigator, but it got to the point where as soon as Bambi entered a room Sprite was in, Sprite would start growling at her, even if Bambi wasn’t even aware Sprite was in the room until that point.
Over the past two weeks, it’s been sooo much worse. Everyone is hissing. Everyone is yowling. Everyone is brawling. There is now pissing in places pissing should not happen (eg, on the blanket sitting on the couch.) and I know that this is most likely them all trying to reorganise their personal hierarchy, figure out who sits where, or however cats organise themselves in a little pride when their matriarch is lost. But holy shit, I am sooo fucking exhausted. I wish they would just figure it the fuck out already and stop @.@
Has anyone else gone through something like this? I am so, so very tired.
Fizzy tax, from last August (winter, 2025)
