Saturday, September 3, 2011
It turned out that I needn't have worried at all about them getting along. My concerns were that Herman had always been an only cat in his two homes and much of his contact with other cats had been of the fighting kind. On the plus side, Herman had been acting a bit lonely. He wasn't playing as much as he had been. He was sort of moping around during the day, but being very clingy at night. I think he actually wanted a companion cat. When I brought Emma home (she didn't have a name yet, not for several days), the first thing I did was put her carrier in the middle of the living room floor. Herman greeted me, but ignored the carrier until Emma meowed softly. Then he slowly sauntered over to inspect the carrier. When he got up to the door, Emma backed to the very back of the carrier and hissed at him. Herman backed up just a little ways and lay down on the floor, looking at Emma. I took this for a good sign.
I had set up Herman's safe room for Emma. She had a litter box waiting and I brought her food and water as soon as we let her out of the carrier. She made herself right at home. She availed herself of all three facilities almost immediately and accepted my caresses right away. She was obviously not a feral-born cat, but must have escaped (or been dumped) from a home at a very early age, as she is only a year and a half old now. I don't know which it was, but all attempts to locate the former home failed. Herman insisted on coming into Emma's room with me every time I went in to feed, water, scoop the box and spend time with her. I let him stay until Emma hissed at him. To do him justice, he backed off every time he heard the hiss. He was a perfect gentleman toward her at all times. Herman wanted to be friends with her so badly, but Emma was scared of him. No wonder, he is twice her size. On the nineteenth day of Emma being in her safe room, I was awakened by loud thumping on that door. I thought Herman was trying to get in, so I got up to tell him to leave her alone until breakfast time. I found Herman right outside the door all right, but the latch hadn't engaged fully and Herman could have pushed the door open any time he liked. The noise came from Emma trying to get out. I opened the door, Herman and Emma kissed noses and they have been mostly friends every since. There is the occasional spat, but I have never seen any poofed-up tails or arched backs, so they have never been really serious about it.
Emma is very active. She wants to go everywhere, see everything, do everything. She even entices Herman to chase her by running right past his nose at top speed or even jumping over him. Sometimes, Emma has had enough of Herman and she goes to one of several spots where he can't or won't follow. I have never seen any kitty wrestling, but that isn't surprising, due to the difference in their sizes. Emma really does run wherever she goes. Oh, I have seen her occasionally start to just saunter down the hall, the way Herman does, but she soon picks up the pace. At night, as I go to my room, I see her flashing white feet ahead of me in the dimly lit hallway.
Emma runs wherever she goes.
The reason why, only she knows.
She runs and she leaps
Way up high, where she sleeps.
I love to watch those flashing white toes.