If you recall, on Caturday about a month ago I did some kittensitting. Reference below:
Well, she’s finally litter trained and the vet tech was eager to hand her off to us because she kept pouncing on her pit bulls and terrorizing them so last Thursday we brought her in. Meet Holly.
While certainly bigger and no longer liable to pee on me, not much has changed. She’s still in that “bite the shit out of you with teeny teeth” phase and now it’s way more annoying but I’m curbing it as best I can. She thankfully can amuse herself playing with anything inanimate. I watched her play with a 1/8″ strip of paper on the ground for a good 15 minutes. She also likes rolled up socks and donked her head twice under the coffee table dragging a rolled up pair around.
Yeah, my carpets could use a good vacuuming. But the cat(s) roll around in it and they usually end up rolled against the wall. That glaring fluffball is Lilly. She was NOT happy to have a new visitor. Hissing, unhappy noises. Sometimes chasing after the kitten to assert her territory. Holly runs away, hides for a bit, then proceeds to return to playing with everything in sight. You introduce a new cat to a solitary cat (especially when an age difference is involved) and there’s going to be some friction. So a couple days later I spot a cat condo on sale at PetSmart and figure bribery is the order of the day.
The lighting in my apartment has a fucky yellow wash. Lilly is very photogenic but the second you break out the camera phone she starts wriggling around to spoil your shot. She went positively apeshit on this thing. I thought she was about to roll herself off the top. This was a good move with keeping the peace: Lilly could climb to the Penthouse of her Carpeted Fortress of Solitude and Holly could stay down below. At first, Lilly would leap down from her tower and smack Holly around if she started playing with the dangler attached to the ground level. But then she was all “whatever, I’m up here and you can’t so enjoy floor level douche“.
Came home one night and this happened. She has a good Climbing on Shit teacher so this was inevitable. As of present posting time, they’re getting along well enough that they can chase each other around with a minimum of hissing so it sounds like they’re mostly having fun. They have to take turns at the food bowls but in the words of Cyrus “Nobody is wasting nobody. And that, suckas, is the way it should be.” Holly very badly wants to pounce on Lilly’s tail all the time but she knows she’ll get all jacked up for it.
So everything is turning out alright. I can’t get Lilly to stop eating Holly’s food and vice versa so they’re both getting kitten chow and hopefully Lilly won’t pork up too bad. The kitten is alternately snuggly and bitey and the latter is well controlled with a laser pointer. One more thing: Thanksgiving night I was commenting on the kitten constantly getting underfoot. Just then, I accidentally trip over her and go reeling. Fucked my toe up big time. Update to follow with the Day 3 damage as I currently have it wrapped and it’s too big of a pain to redress right now. Stay tuned.