We still seem to be making slow (tho steady) progress on the kitty-siblings front. I won’t say we’re a big, happy family yet, but the hissing and spitting seems to be subsiding (every once in awhile anyway).
Cleo is on the move AT… ALL… TIMES… (day and night, best I can tell).
Tuck spends a lot of his time seeking places Cleo can’t reach.
I don’t have the heart to tell him she’s going to get taller.
Tucker mostly tolerates Cleo’s playfulness, but he has his limits.
For now, everybody has amnesty – as long as I don’t hear anybody cry, guess it’s best to let them work it out in their own way.