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I mentioned in another thread that we were trying to adopt two new kitties. We got the call last Thursday letting us know we were approved, and picked them up on Saturday.
When we were there before, there were two ladies working. When we went back, there was only one. The other one had been called to another location, leaving the other one there by herself. She was a bit frazzled, but she remained pleasant, except for a brief moment where a customer had gone in to look at the cats, and then let one slip out when he left because he wasn't watching. She had to grab the cat out from under a shelf, and got scratched up for her troubles.
We must have been there for an hour or so filling out paperwork. One of the new kitties is a year-and-a-half old male gray tiger striped kitty named Stewart. The lady told us she found him, along with a brother and sister, and she named them "Rod", "Stewart", and "Maggie Mae." We'll probably just call him "Stewie", being the Family Guy fans we are.
He seemed pretty easy-going at the store. When we got there, he was relaxing on a pile of blankets.
The other is a female black and gray kitty named Frisky, about six years old. She used to have a home, but her owner wasn't able to keep for for whatever reason. She was a bit skittish at first, but she warmed up to us pretty quickly. After we finally finished the paperwork, the kitties were put into carriers, so we could take them home. They weren't very happy in the car, but very few kitties are.
I thought that Stewie would settle in easily, and Frisky would hide for awhile. I was wrong. They both hid at first, but Frisky came out and started to explore, while Stewie hid under the steps coming down into the basement. It wasn't long before she'd venture close enough for me to pet her. She'd let me do it for a little bit, but she'd snarl at me if I did it too long. I guess it didn't take her long to start to remember living in a house.
Thor, our overgrown kitten, didn't care for the new kitties. Funny, because he didn't seem to mind my son's cat. Maybe he's mad because we brought new cats in instead of bringing his buddy back. There was a lot of growling, snarling, and hissing. And not just at the other cats. He was also mad at me for bringing the new cats in. He kept nipping at me when I'd try to pet him. But apparently at the end of the night, all was forgiven, because he had climbed up in my lap and started giving me kisses again.
Lion, our older, little tan cat, didn't seem to care either way. He's never really shown any sort of reaction to us bringing other cats in. His attitude was pretty much, "Hmm, another cat. Whatever."
The next day, Frisky was coming up to me and letting me pet her, but she'd run away if I'd try to approach her. By the end up the night, she was climbing up in my lap. Stewie had come out from under the step in the night, and had found another hiding place. I looked all over for him, and was starting to get worried, even though I had done this before, and they had always come around. My wife spotted him coming out of my son's room, and determined he had been hiding in the closet, even though I had checked there myself several times. I closed the door so he couldn't go back in there, and he ran under the bed. I was able to squeeze myself under there just enough to reach out and pet him, and he started to calm down. After awhile, he came out from under the bed for a little bit, but then went back.
By the end of the night, Stewie had started expanding his comfort zone and exploring the rest of the house. He even came downstairs. I thought it was Thor at first, because they almost look alike, but Stewie has white paws and Thor doesn't. Before too long, both he and Frisky were walking up to me and letting me pet them. Today, I can sometimes approach Frisky without her running off, but Stewie is still a little skittish. I'm sure by the end of the week, they'll be right at home.
Here are pictures of the new kitties.
When we were there before, there were two ladies working. When we went back, there was only one. The other one had been called to another location, leaving the other one there by herself. She was a bit frazzled, but she remained pleasant, except for a brief moment where a customer had gone in to look at the cats, and then let one slip out when he left because he wasn't watching. She had to grab the cat out from under a shelf, and got scratched up for her troubles.
We must have been there for an hour or so filling out paperwork. One of the new kitties is a year-and-a-half old male gray tiger striped kitty named Stewart. The lady told us she found him, along with a brother and sister, and she named them "Rod", "Stewart", and "Maggie Mae." We'll probably just call him "Stewie", being the Family Guy fans we are.
He seemed pretty easy-going at the store. When we got there, he was relaxing on a pile of blankets.The other is a female black and gray kitty named Frisky, about six years old. She used to have a home, but her owner wasn't able to keep for for whatever reason. She was a bit skittish at first, but she warmed up to us pretty quickly. After we finally finished the paperwork, the kitties were put into carriers, so we could take them home. They weren't very happy in the car, but very few kitties are.
I thought that Stewie would settle in easily, and Frisky would hide for awhile. I was wrong. They both hid at first, but Frisky came out and started to explore, while Stewie hid under the steps coming down into the basement. It wasn't long before she'd venture close enough for me to pet her. She'd let me do it for a little bit, but she'd snarl at me if I did it too long. I guess it didn't take her long to start to remember living in a house.
Thor, our overgrown kitten, didn't care for the new kitties. Funny, because he didn't seem to mind my son's cat. Maybe he's mad because we brought new cats in instead of bringing his buddy back. There was a lot of growling, snarling, and hissing. And not just at the other cats. He was also mad at me for bringing the new cats in. He kept nipping at me when I'd try to pet him. But apparently at the end of the night, all was forgiven, because he had climbed up in my lap and started giving me kisses again.
Lion, our older, little tan cat, didn't seem to care either way. He's never really shown any sort of reaction to us bringing other cats in. His attitude was pretty much, "Hmm, another cat. Whatever."
The next day, Frisky was coming up to me and letting me pet her, but she'd run away if I'd try to approach her. By the end up the night, she was climbing up in my lap. Stewie had come out from under the step in the night, and had found another hiding place. I looked all over for him, and was starting to get worried, even though I had done this before, and they had always come around. My wife spotted him coming out of my son's room, and determined he had been hiding in the closet, even though I had checked there myself several times. I closed the door so he couldn't go back in there, and he ran under the bed. I was able to squeeze myself under there just enough to reach out and pet him, and he started to calm down. After awhile, he came out from under the bed for a little bit, but then went back.
By the end of the night, Stewie had started expanding his comfort zone and exploring the rest of the house. He even came downstairs. I thought it was Thor at first, because they almost look alike, but Stewie has white paws and Thor doesn't. Before too long, both he and Frisky were walking up to me and letting me pet them. Today, I can sometimes approach Frisky without her running off, but Stewie is still a little skittish. I'm sure by the end of the week, they'll be right at home.
Here are pictures of the new kitties.
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He is my Black Dragon (and yes, a good one) strong, protective, the guardian. I am his Silver Dragon, always by his side, shining for him, cherishing him.
on your new furry friends, Mike! And they are cute. Frisky looks like she's got a bit of catitude! 
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