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5700 Tales Valium Giving Ritual Most peculiar, at the onset of
Feline Hyperesthesia Syndrome anger lash-outs,
long before diagnosis,
I would often express anger in response to her howling
and sporadic uncontrolled recklessness.
The term 'La Hedder' was coined, as a command from me,
in a clear and loud commanding voice.
It means 'To the Room', (in Hebrew).
Within just a few weeks she started obeying accurately,
once in the room, darkened and locked,
she would relax or sufficiently be (later) controllable.

To this day, I can always put a Feline Hyperesthesia
Syndrome episode on suspense for quite a few seconds
by simply expressing a lot of anger towards her.
It is always at the expense of the severity
increasing shortly thereafter.
If she is already at a level of severity 2.5mg
(this scale is well define, see below).
I might not be able to approach her at all.
I first go over close the bedroom door while she is outside.
This is important because in the bedroom there is
one place deliberately designed for her to be able
to be without my being able to get to her.
During most ordinary Valium servings,
the ritual goes like this:
I notice something that will make me start preparing
the pill. This involves breaking a pill to the right quantity,
or taking a pill out of a blister, or just picking up a left over,
from a specific cup standing by the refrigerator.
The the refrigerator opens so that the chilled canned
food can be taken and wrapped around it.
By then, she can know I am about to give her a pill
even if she is loudly screaming in the distant porch, just by
the sound sequence of this repeating ritual,
and from her own mental state.
There is still the split second event of discovering this
event is imminent, at which point she will immediately
run the the bedroom in a jerk, halting there, in a position
still accessible by me, as if inviting, but safely close
to her private hideout.
Knowing all that is about to transpire I indifferently
walk over to the room to administer it, without any rush.
As soon as I cross over the well prescribed imaginary
line of territorial space she makes a leap into her safe hideout, under the bed.
It is a heavy waterbed, and the hideout is just a passage
between the base of the head of the bed and the wall
behind it.
It is open on either side.
I get to sit on my usual side, by the bed table, and put the
carefully rolled food ball in a well known plate
just by the opening of the passage.
Her psychology, as perceived through my human filters,
comes to play:
I can stay here, and remain stationary and dancing inside
with tension, I don't even have enough room to jump at my tail.
I can leave the other end, neglecting any hope for attention that will calm me down.
I can walk out, but what will he say if I ignore the pill.
I can take the pill, and then he will let me do what I want
and I can leap over on the bed next to him with joy
and he will pet me.

The choices are hard, and the episode is
pressing, increasing in strength
with every minute that goes by.

The distribution of her selections is changing slowly over time.
For the first six months or so, she would always take
the pill by herself.
So much did I get used to it, that when it started not to work
so well, I used to sit for 30 minutes to an hour at a time,
staring at her, until she would volunteer to eat it.

It is 4/8/06 at the time of writing this,
(despite the title date):
She hardly voluntarily eats the pill any longer,
and I only give her the option in mild stages
where increase in condition is not obvious.
Most of the time, she would take about 2-3 minutes to walk out past the pill, sit tensely close to me, and be alert.
If I try to approach her with the wrong timing,
she would be back in the passage before I finish
phrasing the intent in my head.
I must be patient and alert, a mood change of hers for just
a few seconds of calmness is all I need.
I approach her, she stays stationary and lets me,
face expression consenting to the imminent pill event.
5 seconds later it is all over.
As a bonus, I let her stay on the bed right behind,
even though 9 out of ten, this is when she would mange
to sneak in one more
Feline Hyperesthesia Syndrome
tail jump before the Valium actually kicks in.

In more severe cases, none of this would work,
she can stay in the passage for hours, always
being outside, sometimes close enough to touch,
but never letting me take her, point at the passage
just to tell me not to try anything.
Knowing the severity in advance, the tactic is simply different:
1. prepare the pill.
2. be patient.
there are many 5-10 seconds breaks during this level
of severity in the episode, she be be self-restraining -
not noticing me much, or encountering anew distraction,
or stopping to care about the Fanta bottle she had just downed in the Fanta video.
If I am close enough to approach her then,
we are all set. Once in my hands,
she will do her best not to her me from ordinary habit,
I guess it requires much more concentration at this stage to just keep the nails out of harms way (to me),
a youth long habit she observed
religiously before the onset of
Feline Hyperesthesia Syndrome.

Most sever, I am about to give her 5mg,
she is totally unapproachable:

1. I go the the bedroom and close one side of the passage with the first blanket.
One side closed, she will hardly ever insist on staying there.
If she does, I close the other side anyway.
If we are lucky,
she will fall asleep there and the episode is over.
But I must check every 5 minutes because I can not hear her
like this.
Just like Heisenberg, doing so might interrupt a calm down
that would otherwise be successful.

In any case, she would walk out at some point, and I would
close the other side.
At this point the bedroom is the best place for
her not to be able to hid at all.
I close it if she is still there.
If she is not, I get to start yelling at her frantically
to go to the room.
She can barely hear me, being busy herself
yelling at herself, with a much louder voice,
while also jumping frantically around as she does.
She still obeys. In the room, she sticks to some corner.
I still have to catch a split second of relative calmness
to get her to be in my hands.
To date, there was never a case where she did not receive
a pill due to my inability to succeed in administering it.