Silvia has found a home in this house. She and Ryu still have issues to work out, but her winning personality and sad story (having to leave her family after one year because they ‘didn’t have enough time for her) won the hearts of my parents and me (and even my husband who isn’t exactly her favorite person).
Well, except for the wrapping. I still gotta wrap my husband’s gifts and the other ones I got today. However, the buying is done. I feel supremely accomplished. I feel like I’m all that. It wasn’t even out of budget. Does anyone else feel like Wonder Woman or Storm when you’ve accomplished something?
Silvia and I are getting on famously. They’re still having scuffles, but I think things are getting better with Silvia and Ryu. Hubby is a little put out that she seems to favor me. What can I say, I’m the kitty pied piper.
Silvia’s considerably cuddlier than Ryu. He’s kinda standoffish, but I can tell he wants some of the attention. I give him all he’ll let me give.
I am crazy cat lady.
I hurt my wrist somehow yesterday. It’s getting better, but I’m thinking I’m probably not going to go volunteer for clean-up at the Humane Society tomorrow.
Maybe it’s a sign that they’re more comfortable around one another, but scuffles have increased. I think it’s mostly due to Silvia not wanting to play. Ryu’s ears aren’t back when he pounces, but she hisses and growles a little. Ryu, of course is more than willing to follow through and pursue her, because things that run must be caught (or at least that’s what I’ve observed from him in our year together). Still, it’s not constant. . . I think Silvia’s my husband’s best chance at a second cat.
Over the last couple of days Silvia and Ryu have gotten more aggressive towards each other. They occasionally bat and hiss at one another, resulting in two events that I would call extremely briev fights. I don’t know if it’s a bad sign or a sign that they’re more relaxed.
Ryu doesn’t stalk Silvia like he did. He didn’t attack, but he didn’t let her go anywhere unaccompanied. Now they are in seperate places often.
I don’t know what’s going to happen.
It’s up to my husband wether we keep Silvia or not.
She has a very plaintive voice and ‘talks’ a lot. I don’t know if there’s something hurting her or if it’s just expressing her displeasure at stress and being handled too much, but she often mews piteously when she’s being carried.
So I noticed that maybe, just maybe, Silvia’s diaherriac excrement might have a touch of red in it. I call sort of panicked to the Humane Society (who technically still own her, but it’s looking good), and they calmly tell me that if I’m worried, they’ll call ahead and I can take a sample (which I already had bagged) to the Vet (who happens to be about a block from my house). I rush right out with my baggie, no coat. It was bloody freezing out there. I wait about an hour and they tell me that it’s just nerves and diet change, most likely, and that the sample tested negative for anything bad. Then they gave me some kitty diaherrea medicine.
Another crises averted.
Now the Humane Society women are probably positive I’m a basket case, instead of just suspicious of it.
You know, when we adopted our first cat from them (she died of some sort of heart failure a few years later), I broke into tears. I was overcome with the knowledge that we would love her and she would die. I’m nuts like that. Sometimes I just suddenly comprehend the emptiness of time or the transient nature of life or something, and it just kills me.
She’s out and about (except when we’re not home, or it’s sleep time) and I’ve only seen (or heard) one semi-serious altercation. It’s a go I’m thinking.
Aww, it was so sweet, she came upstairs while I was reading and was all purrsy and lay down on my chest. She’s a good fit. Ryu’s adjusting well, we had some playtime this morning before I had to leave for my dental cleaning.
This morning I let them run around free together, supervised. Went well, no fights. Silvia likes small hidey holes, and got behind the couch. Ryu didn’t pursue and engage, but she did get royally p.o.’d at me when I pulled her out of there. I think this is going to work.
After coming home from a major grocery expedition, we played with Ryu for a little then got Sylvia into the cage, and let them sniff around each other. Ryu was disinterested for the most part. The thought seemed to be ‘she’s in a cage, can’t do aught to me.’ So while I was loving on him downstairs, Hubby got Sylvia out and carried her downstairs for Ryu to see out of the cage. The results were encouraging. No hissing, only a little batting.
It’s looking real good.
Sylvia has calmed down and I think she’ll accept Ryu when Ryu is ready to accept her. During their brief encounters there’s been hissing and growling and batting (most of it from Ryu). He’s also been a little nutso when he’s in the hallway outside her room (the upstairs bathroom, currently, we don’t have a lot of great rooms we can shut a cat up in). Today, though he was purring and happy and normal even in the upstairs hall (which Sylvia’s bathroom opens ont0). This makes me hopeful. I think integration can happen. I’ll be glad if it does, because Sylvia is a sweet cat and Hubby so wants a second kitty.
The joke on him will be when Silvia takes up with me like Ryu did. Heeheee I’m the kitty Pied Piper, deal with it!