Went out of state two weekends ago so my g/f and me could pick up her cat. Big black shorthair with the misleading name of Little Guy. He’s like twice the size of my Ember.
These past two weeks have been a fun adventure (not bloody likely as the Brits would say). At least the only thing that has gone right in the past two weeks have been the cats getting along.
Little Guy would hide under a dresser and Ember would stand a few feet away looking at him like “dude, what is your problem, come out here and play with the 2 leggers!” Little Guy would just hiss and Em would take it in stride.
I was in the living room with Ember and my g/f was in the kitchen with Little Guy. I started walking to the kitchen with Ember in tow and my g/f dropped something. Little Guy goes running out of the kitchen, Em goes running in. They see each other at the threshold and both freeze and look at each other with an “oh poop! What do I do now” look on their faces.
After two weeks, and no fighting between the two Little Guy is starting to come out and lay in different places on the floor and not minding the young kitten. Em is about 4 and Little Guy is about 10.
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Our little angel.
I have been up north more than a few times. I KNOW this will offend Canadians but to me the Great White North is a cooler, cleaner, mellower version of the States.
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