On Sunday, with Willa appearing to feel better, we opened the door to her room and gave her the run of the upstairs along with Dustin. She was okay with him – pretty much ignored him – and he avoided her. True confession: we were worried that Willa was getting bored last week, so we brought Dustin into the foster room to see if we could play a bit of the ol’ “MEET YER NEW PARTNER!”, and it didn’t go well. She was very hissy and growly at him and smacked him, so we cut the visit short. On Sunday, he seemed to remember her behavior, and so he was a bit scared of her, but like I said she pretty much ignored him. She stayed out for three hours or so until Fred decided it was time for her to go back into her room.
Yesterday morning Fred opened the door to let Willa out for a while, things seemed okay at first… and then he heard hissing, growling, and shrieking. Turns out that Willa didn’t care for the cut of Dustin’s jib, and she didn’t hesitate to let him know. Dustin was TERRIFIED of her, got all puffy and big-eyed, so Fred put her back into the foster room and declared that Willa needs to be an only cat.
It’s obviously far too soon to make that declaration. We’re going to proceed slowly toward introducing them again, starting with room swaps and feeding them near each other and supervised visits. I think that if introduced PROPERLY, Willa will be fine with other cats. Luckily, we have two weeks to test out that theory.
2014: Youuuu waaaant to giiiive meee the weeet fooood…”
2013: Oy, these Sopranos kittens!
2012: “Places to go, scratch to eat, outta my way!”
2011: Opie’s the kitten most likely to bite your big toe.
2010: “Lady, hey. Lady. LADY! Pet me?”
2009: No entry.
2008: No entry.
2007: No entry.
2006: Merry’s got the crazy eyes going on.
2005: No entry.