As I posed before my parents had to come to live with me due to their ill health. My 81 year old dad took Gigio's passing very badly so my sisters and I decided that a little pet therapy was the best solution and I decided to adopt another kitten. So off the the shelter we went, in the beginning I felt very guilty since if it were for me I would have adopted an older or disabled cat (and immediately fell in love with an older half death cat who has been in the shelter for 1.5 years, she was adopted once but was returned the following day because she was not a lap cat) but in this case a kitten would have been the best solution.
So we took home Foxy (not my choice of name, my dad had to chose the name as part of the "therapy"), a 2 month old male kitten. He is so cute, he looked very calm at the shelter but he is a real terror. It took him a cuople of minutes to explore the whole house, the first couple of nights we kept him in a separate room, the third night he started to scream the whole place down and we had to let him run free.
After a lot of hissing Maya has accepted him even though he won't leave her alone and sometimes she hides in sheer desperation. She has become more playful though, she is usually a rather lazy cat. Prema is a different matter, now I have the proof that she really does not like cats much, and is yet to accept him fully sometimes if I'mnot looking she swats him quite badly,he gets a bit scared but then Maya comes to his rescue. I told Prema not to worry since, even though I shouldn't really say this, she will always be my favourite and also that... he is going to be much bigger than her when he grows up![]()
Sorry if this post is a bit long but I forgot how funny, exciting and tiring it is to have a young kitten and I tend to go on a bit.
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I also wonder why I see much more of my sisters now...
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[ October 09, 2001: Message edited by: Gio ]
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