||[May. 9th, 2007|11:18 am]
|||||The hammering of the Red-Belly who's loving the acoustics of my gutters||]|
You'd think a pirate would come with a parrot -- but mine comes with a cat.
I've been dreading the "introduction". After all, Mouse used to evince her displeasure with certain of my feral kittens by peeing along the wall of the room where they stayed. And the three boys, as boys do, gang up on Mouse already. What are they going to do to poor aged Phoebe?
But figured we'd have her live in the guest room awhile, allow them all to sniff each other through the door, make sure we petted everyone and got all of our "smells" commingled.
So, Brad settles Phoebe into the guest room and heads downstairs to make sure that the other cats feel loved. No sign of Mouse, but she can be like that. Then it's dinner time and he feeds the crew, and still no sign of Mouse. Now, she didn't get to be that fat, er, fluffy, by skipping meals, but he wasn't ready to sweat it.
Takes the food up to Phoebe, she eats, he sits down on the bed to hold her and pet her. And he looks over at the other bed in the room...where Mouse is curled up, sound asleep. They'd been locked in the same room together all day. So much for that.
Now, I think it's time to start introducing Phoebe to the boys, so I leave the door open a bit, while I sit there on the ground holding and petting her, thinking I'll reinforce that she's "one of us" to the boys. They cluster up to the door, and Pushkin-who-loves-everyone is first through the door. Phoebe turns and casually hisses at him. He leaps up into the air, runs out of the room, knocking over Jasper and Spike who then all three tumble down the stairs to the landing. Jasper and Spike disappear and Pushkin sits on the landing, eyes wide, looking at me like "Oh, my god, what is that Monster?"
So, I'm thinking ol' Phoebe will hold her own.