I apologize for being so cat-crazed over here lately. I honestly had no idea how hard it would be to bring another cat into our existing two-cat household! Part of me is seriously questioning my sanity right about now. We were all a big, relatively happy family – why go mess it up with a new family member?! But Cleo was in need and I’m not trusting enough to leave her care to someone else.
Hubby and I went to see MIB3 tonight and, when we came home, I had the bright idea to switch spaces… let the big kitties roam Cleo’s room and let Cleo roam the wider world of the house. Cleo sniffed around a little, then roamed right to her crate and hid – the big kitties checked out her scents all over the art room (where she’s been confined) and then roamed off to their neutral corners. It sounds small as I type it, but with the minimal hissing involved, I think it was really a BIG step forward.
I swear, this has been a bigger adventure in many ways than driving all the way to Wisconsin for an art class with teachers I’m in awe of! But I’m starting to believe there’s a lesson in it… patience, understanding, compromise, forgiveness. All lessons I need to learn.