Sgt Stripes here. You guys know that I really like Gypsy. We were upstairs together. And now that we have free run of the house, she’s the only lady cat who doesn’t hiss at me. We still nap together sometimes. But since we’ve been downstairs, I’ve noticed something kind of weird about her.
She REALLY likes to have a special spot that’s hers. The spot changes sometimes, but she always needs to have a spot of her own. I decided that we’re good enough friends, that I could ask her about it. (I hope she doesn’t hiss or whap me.
Sgt Stripes: Hey, Gypsy. Can I ask you something?
Gypsy: Sure. What is it?
Sgt Stripes: I’m your favorite cat here, right?
Gypsy: I guess. Angel tried to starve me, and Onyx hisses at everyone. Snoops is OK, but she doesn’t understand why Mr Google always confuses us when he sends “Similar Shots” to the humans. You shared your space and kibble upstairs, so I like you.
Sgt Stripes: You’ve been nice to me too. But there’s one thing I don’t understand about you. The rest of us pretty much hang out in different spots around the house. But you always have a specific place to sit and sleep. Why are you so attached to a certain spot?
Gypsy: I move around. I always go to the kitchen for breakfast.
Sgt Stripes: Yeah. But then you go back to your spot. Right now, if you’re not eating or using the litter box, you only stay in the spot where the Christmas tree used to be.
Gypsy: I cuddle with Mom on the love seat. And sometimes I sleep with you on the love seat.
Sgt Stripes: I guess that’s true. Maybe you are changing. But remember when you would only sleep in the plant? Mom had to bring your food to you there. You’d get out, eat the food, then go back to the plant. And before that, you would only stay on the stairs. The weirdest spot was when you wanted to sit in the litter box all the time.
Gypsy: That was only a couple of weeks.
Sgt Stripes: But why did you want to do it at all?
Gypsy: I feel safer if I have my own spot. It has to do with how I was raised.
Sgt Stripes: What happened?
Gypsy: My first humans kept me in a cage. And they didn’t feed me very well.
Sgt Stripes: That sounds awful. How did you get out?
Gypsy: They decided they didn’t want me and took me to a shelter. It was very traumatic.
Sgt Stripes: What happened with your next humans?
Gypsy: They were a lot nicer. But they had other cats who didn’t like me. They said I was the problem, and put me in a room away from the other cats. I was just hissy because I was so stressed out. But at least they fed me and were nice to me.
Sgt Stripes: Then you came here?
Gypsy: Yes. But when Angel, Onyx, and I arrived, there were already three cats here: you, Snoops, and Kommando. So Angel and I were put in a separate room. It was a lot bigger than I room I had been in, but it was really hard. Angel and I don’t really like each other.
Sgt Stripes: She hisses at me all the time. I don’t think I’d want to be locked in a room with her either.
Gypsy: And she kept eating all the food. I lost a lot of weight.
Sgt Stripes: That’s when you came upstairs. I remember that. You were tiny.
Gypsy: It was really weird having that much space. Onyx wasn’t excited that I was up there, but you were pretty nice. You only tried to play pounce a few times.
Sgt Stripes: You really weren’t much fun; you wouldn’t run away. But you were nice to hang out with.
Gypsy: Thank you. I was really comfortable up there. Then we were allowed to go downstairs if we wanted. It was so much space. I had never seen so much space. It was really intimidating.
Sgt Stripes: You haven’t been back up since we were allowed downstairs.
Gypsy: No. I’m still adapting to the downstairs. I even went out on the porch a couple of times. I discovered that I do not like snow.
Sgt Stripes: You should definitely stay inside. I was outside before they adopted me. Inside is definitely more comfortable. No rain or snow.
Gypsy: I think I like it here. Food, treats, and cuddles on demand. And I even have a cat friend. Thanks, Sarge.




































