Well, I've tried and tried, but it's time to accept that this isn't the right place for Kahlua. She got to spend most of Saturday out of the bedroom, and there were only a couple of squabbles, but she's got Mowgli so terrified that he stayed on the windowsill behind the couch all day.

And as much as I adore Kahlua, I can't handle having my Mowgli-bear loverboy so scared out of his wits. The poor little guy was so tense on Saturday that he'd growl at me when I'd go to pet him and try to comfort him.

So I'm putting out the feelers for a new home for my Kuku-girl. So far one of the guys I work with might be interested. He's at least said outright that he'd like to have a cat around, but he's just not sure how his dogs would handle it. At least that's a possibility. I've offered to let him try her out for a few days and see how things'll work out. He's going to think about it.

So fingers and paws crossed that a furr-ever home can be found for Kahlua.