About ten days after Frida died, Bob left town for two weeks to play in an early music concert in Kentucky. Daisy and Nicky went into a decline. They had no appetite. They didn't want to play or have catnip or treats. When I left for work in the morning they looked at me as if I were never coming back. They refused to sit with me in the TV room in the evening. That was where Frida and Bob were supposed to be. One night they had a terrible fight, with Nicky chasing Daisy upstairs and downstairs. Nowhere was okay for her to be.
The next night I continued to play and have treats together with the cats, and I continued to offer them their favorite indulgent flavors for dinner. But I also had a new strategy. I watched a happy movie we had watched many times that has happy songs for the soundtrack. I realized that the movies I was watching earlier in the week were actually terribly downbeat with abusive characters suffering miserably. No wonder Daisy and Nicky were fighting and depressed, and the dark dramas were affecting my mood, too. That night, both Daisy and Nicky joined me in the TV room. A few days later Bob came home, and they were immediately themselves again.
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