Well, I am glad to report Taz’s separation anxiety is getting better, at least for the last few days. I researched ‘Parrot/ Macaw Separation Anxiety’ on line, as I figured it differed somewhat from canine SA. I realized my basic impatience was not helping. So I began a behavior modification for both Taz and myself.
So far about 4 or 5 days into this, I am seeing steady progress. On my part, I have to time my exits from his sight a little better, time my returns much better and try to give him even more things to occupy his wandering mind while I am gone. When I leave his sight to go into another room, I now talk to him the entire time, calling out softly what I am doing and how long I expect to be. Should he be good and relatively quiet, I am to return and reward his good behavior. If he screams, I am fall silent and wait at least 5 seconds until he is quiet, then time a speedy return to reward that five seconds of blissful silence.
Should he choose to scream while I am in the room with him–rare but it does happen–I am to immediately and quietly depart as fast as possible, not returning until the required five seconds of silence from him. You can only imagine how this has altered our normal daily pattern but it seems to be helping his separation anxiety and I am hearing far less screaming. So it’s worth it. And a few minor modifications around the house has helped keep my darling Kryshnah from getting into things not meant for kitty cats, like the trash can, bird suet, my leftovers, my coffee, etc…
Last night while seated at my desk I thought the study felt cold. That room is never cold. It’s always the warmest room in the house. The cars going up and down the street sounded like they were coming into the lawn, whereas I normally seldom hear them much. Too tired to ponder it much, I finished my task and retired to bed.
This morning I awoke and the house was decidedly cold. Checking the thermometer in the hall, sure enough, the temp was about ten degrees cooler than normal. I walked into the study and immediately realized it was downright cold in there, despite the heater running. And the cars lumbering up the road were incredibly loud. I sat at the desk, looking around and thinking surely a window is open somewhere. This room has five double hung windows and three solid fixed glass panes. Lots of glass.
Then I realized what it was. Good grief. The second window, the one right next to my desk, was indeed open. The top part of the double sash had dropped somehow, and the whole top half of the window had slid down below the bottom sash and screen, exposing the entire top half to the glorious fresh–and very cold–air outside. I am honestly amazed a curious and wild kitty hadn’t climbed to freedom since this clearly happened sometime yesterday.
With no damage done, the window is secure once more–at least I hope so– and it only took maybe half an hour for the house to heat back up to comfortable again. I no longer hear what sounds to be cars driving up onto my lawn. But now I know how things will be this summer once I start opening windows on a regular basis.