A Black Feather, A poison pen... ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- the first rule of kitten mayhem So, things are a little dicey right now here inside the relatively small confines of casa de birdmad. While the surroundings are sufficient enough for me and my rather monastic existence, Tonya, who is the embodiment of feline destructive power lately has not taken too much of a shine in the last few hours to her big sister, who i have settled on naming Shadow.
to accepting the scent of another cat in the house. As a result, from all the hissing and the earlier menacing snarls and growls, Shadow has taken to hiding in the corner between one of my speakers and the closet door, which is partly why i settled on that name because she was totally invisible in the shadows of that corner before i turned the bedroom light on. I had tried to isolate her in the pet carrier for a while but it's a warm day and that was starting to feel a little cruel, so sensing her need to get out of the carrier, i lifted off the top since the poor thing was too scared to step through the door of it and she resumed her semi-petrified crouch in the corner space. cat psychology, other than the strange surroundings, i can't see why a nearly-grown juvenile cat could be so terrified of a kitten...and i should revise my weight estimate again to say that Tonya is about three pounds and Shadow is about five-and-a-half, give or take I've put food and water down for Shadow and found the spare litterbox, so i hope it doesn't take too long for her to come out of her shell, Tonya notwithstanding. i'll have to make sure that when and if i get them any kind of collars, that i get them in different colors because other than size and a slightly pointier snout, Shadow is, at a glance, a dead ringer for her little sister 7:37 p.m. - 2003-08-24 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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