|photo by Anne Hars|
I’m leaving behind the gloomy chicken news of the last couple days to announce that we’ve been
suckered blessed yet again by our neighbor Anne with a locally grown sustainable kitten. We are now officially “cat people.”
Everyone, meet Trout, a bouncy brown tabby boy with white boots.
We’ve had Trout for a couple of day and are trying to convince Phoebe (our older kitten) that this is not, in fact, the worst thing that has ever happened in the world. While in actuality, in her little 5 month old head, it probably is the worst thing that has ever happened.
So Trout is living in Erik’s office/guest room and I’m trying to introduce them bit by bit. I read the internet things that said he’d have to stay in the office for a whole week before Phoebe could even set eyes on him, but I don’t have the patience for that. So I’ve already hosted limited interactions. They go like this:
PHOEBE: Mwwwwrrrrraaaahhhhh. Hiiiiisssssssssss.
TROUT: WTF lady? Let’s play! Look at this tennis ball! Woohee!
Basically she’s fascinated by him, yet terrified at the same time. At first I thought it was all about territory, but she bolts and hides if he starts toddling her direction. And sadly, he has no common sense or social skills, so quite often wants to run up to her. My job as cat hostess (because really, what else do I have to do?) is to keep him entertained so she can watch him from a safe distance. Then, when even observation is too much, I whisk him away.
We’d be very interested if anyone has any tips. Like I said, I’ve read what seems to be the standard procedure of the extremely slow introduction–separate spaces, wiping their scents on each other, exchanging rooms, etc. We’re doing that stuff already–in our half-assed way.
I’d be particularly grateful for some kind of “Kitten Make Friends” magick spell that I could invoke over their tiny stubborn heads. Anyone got one of those, lemme know.