A blog chronicling my departure from urban life on the east coast to sheep farm and cheese making life on the west coast. Still recounting the meals I have eaten in my new setting, but with more sheep thrown into the mix.
Wednesday, March 15, 2006
It's Not Easy
It's not easy, this two cat thing. Yesterday we let them share the whole apartment and aside from the occasional hiss, things were chill. Today less so. Twice Meow Cat has been aggressive with very little reason. Grey Cat (whose name may not be Grey Cat...any suggestions?) is cute though and after one initial accident, uses the litterbox like a champ...though I can't imagine the two ever liking each other enough to poop in the same bucket. We'll see. Mistake? Eek.
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oh, they'll be licking each other clean in no time t'all.
Multiple cats are good in some ways, because you feel less guilty for leaving them alone. Bad because they have cat meetings under the bed during which time they strategize which of your belongings to destroy (just me?).
I'm fond of long names based on PG Wodehouse characters, like Augustus Fink-Nottle (we call him Gussy); Civil War locales, like Appomattox (we call her Mattie)... the third cat, whom we got by accident, is called Obediah Clementine. Don't ask. It's all a matter of inspiration
See...I wanted conspiring cats under my bed (nevermind the million photography boxes under mine making that location impossible for such a thing to happen).
But they won't hardly look at each other...and when they do, it's to fight..not full out fight but sort of fight like a drunk frat boy...but not so drunk. What?
Thanks for your words.
Keep coming with the cat names.
They'll take some time to figure out who's in charge. If they're not doing serious scary damage to each other, I'd say just clip their nails short and let them bat at each other. It'll take a little time, but they'll get used to one another (it's hard, too, with introducing lady cats to lady cats... and since you can't tell whether the gray cat is spayed or not, you don't really know how much of the hormone is flying around).
All of our cats were introduced to one another without preamble, and after initial dominance-asserting, they settled down and started with the cat meetings.
You could call her Flotsam or Jetsam, since you found her out on the street (flotsam and jetsam are nautical, yes, but sound cooler than just "trash").
Oh believe me, I have no problem calling the cat trash.
Meow Cat's full name is:
Meow Cat Slut Whore
Though the flotsam/jetsam thing would trick people into thinking I was clever (but then i'd have to tell them I didn't come with it and that would make me even less clever than they had originally believed..eh I don't care what anyone thinks...yes i do).
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