Well, the past week and a half has had a lot of pleasure, and a lot of trouble, the past day. We have a new kitten here, Kona, who is a very sweet kitty who looks for cuddles at every turn, is playful, and litterbox-trained even from two and a half months old. We rescued him from being put down at the local vet, after he was found in the bushes up at the local school. Boy, was he starved and attention-hungry! The past ten days he’s really grown stronger and settled in.
We have a problem though, and it has to do with the history of the house we’ve moved into. Hubby’s mother, Ingelise, lived here alone after her husband passed away two and a half years ago, and she was very depressed and lonely because everything reminded her of her husband of fourty years. When she fell in love with a childhood freind who lives on the edge of the forest here in town, naturally she went out to stay with him on the weekends. (You cab read about it more in my older posts.)
Well, there were still two cats left here at the old house, so she gave hubby’s brother the responcibility to feed them, since he lived closest. And that worked out really well for the year that she’s been living out there at the forest (and going back and forth between the two residences). Hubby’s brother has handled the responcibility really well, though at a point the cats becan begging to come over to his house, since he moved in just over the hedge from the old house (We have opened a path so we can visit through the back yard and the hedge) . So hubby’s brother naturally let them come in to his house where it was warm and there were cozy places to lay, etc. Especially Pjussi, the calm, sweet and cuddly long-haired russian blue cat, who is the easiest to like of the two.
Well, right now we live in ‘the old house’ – it’s been a lot of work moving in down here, and we’ve been in the place about three weeks. We’ve seen a lot of cuddliness from the usually terribly cranky yet cuddly tuxedo cat, pluto, and seen Pjussi only when she comes over to eat. Hubby’s brother continued to bring all the food for the cats and sometimes come over and feed them on habit – and we have tried talking to him and his wife several times on possibly taking over Pjussi in their home, because she likes it best there.
Yes, we spoke with them about it before we got the new kitten, and expected them to take her – their answer was always ‘we don’t know yet, we need time do decide’. Since we officially switch our address to this place at the end of april, hubby’s brother thought that we’d let things just be as they are until then.
Well, Pjussi has gotten a cold in the current cold weather snap, and since she wheezes and sneezes, she needs to stay inside and out of the cold. Last night hubby’s brother came over with her and said he wanted us to keep her inside for the next two weeks, until she is healthy. The problem is, that Pjussi is constantly at the door and mewing to get out to go ‘home’, and she hates both Pluto and Kona, our kitten. Personally I do not think this is the best place for her to recover, and on top of that, I am irritated with Finn for dumping her over here as soon as she started showing a weakness. I think it was a silent ploy to try and solve his problem without saying straight out ‘We do not want to keep here here’.
This irritates my hubby three times as much as it irritates me. His brother is of that type that doesn’t take responcibility on his shoulders with ease, and this type of acting helpless as soon as something difficult is faced.. well, he has a history of it. If you’ve read earlier entries in my blog you’ll know that he’s faced much bigger challenges last year, and we are sorry for what he has had to face – but this..? It feels like a straight manipulation of hubby and I, and we definately are mad over it!
Hubby’s mom.. well, hubby’s brother tends to listen to her straight out. Last night hubby wet to bed silent but boiling, and said he wanted to talk to his mother about slapping some sense into his brother over this issue. And his brother said the same thing over an IM message when I expressed how bad the situation was – that he wanted to speak to his mother.
So what happened this morning was that Mike rode down to mom’s place, and they basically hammered hubby’s brother over it, because mom was also clearly upset by the action. It was mom that basically said to brother ‘either you adopt her or take her to get euthanized’ – because he basically has taken responcibility for her by letting her bond to him, his wife, and their home. His deadline for making his descision is this evening, right now – and as the sun was going down, hubby sent a rather clear IM to his brother online – then called his mom to try and call te brother to tell him to hurry up and decide and call my hubby. His answer was ‘I don’t want anything to do with him tonight’.
*sigh* That’s sent hubby upstairs for some time alone with his music and to simmer without being harassed by his phone, computer, or, well.. Me. I need more women in my life to talk to! My blog is most all the time the place to write out these things so I’m not boiling over them myself all the time.