My cats have arrived
Some of you may remember the three little stories I wrote about cats in my life. This is the long-delayed fourth story.
[December 10] They’re Girls!
It’s now 8:20 in the evening. The cats have been home for almost two hours. They survived the trip home from the Anti-Cruelty Society, with muffled complaints and elimination products in their cat carriers. They were only at the shelter for two or three weeks, seem to be in excellent health, and are “slightly” obese.
Lily, the shelter’s cat specialist, did a great job selecting them. The cats and I had an instant connection. They are mother (age 7) and daughter (age 5). Someone at the shelter named them Mama and Beebers (revolting! — that must change). I can’t yet tell them apart by appearance, although their personalities make them distinct. One is very adventurous and snuggly, the other is more cautious. They both respond readily to petting and chin scratching. They’re both black, as far as I can tell, but the adoption papers read “black and white.”
My plan to start them out in the “cat room” failed immediately. As most other such stories state, they quickly found a place to hide—under a table in the living room. But it didn’t take long for the more adventurous of the two to come out and explore. And her more cautious relative soon joined her in exploring the whole house. The basement has so far been off-limits.
I put food and water out, and Miss Adventurous has snacked already. Miss Cautious hasn’t eaten yet, as far as I can tell. There’s as yet no sign that they’ve used a litter pan, although they seem to know where they are. Both cats had a good wash, which was sorely needed after the trip home.
10:20 PM: The cats have toured the house, and inspected everything at floor level. I had a nice lap-sitting session with one of them, and another one on the floor, cat on my lap, nose nuzzling my face. They are, to quote Lily, “snuggle bunnies.” I put one on the cat bed, and she took to it. The other cat has yet to find a comfy spot. To counter their tendency to snack as long as there’s food out, I put the unused portion back in the bag. They’ve found that the carpet entrance mat at the front door makes a great scratching post. That may
be what the adoption history describes as “landlord issues.”
Tonight will be interesting. And I have a furniture delivery scheduled for tomorrow morning.
[December 11] Sofa delivery.
The night was uneventful. The cats didn’t come in my bedroom. They haven’t yet decided to climb up on things.
After rocky scheduling, my new three-seater sofa arrived. For safety’s sake, I put the cats into “their” room for about two hours. When I opened their door, one cat was ensconced on the cat bed. The other was tucked into the “cat castle.” Both seemed calm about their temporary imprisonment. They followed me down to the living room, examined the sofa, and approved. The cats took to it immediately. See the photo. I’ve had a pleasant morning on the sofa reading and petting the cats. They’ve washed each other, and one has discovered the kitty TV out the large living room window.
Last edited by harv; 12-11-2013 at 02:38 PM.