Rusty’s brother arrived Wednesday afternoon. It was NOT a joyous reunion. There was much growling, hissing, a spit or two, and running and hiding. I have been demoted to Rusty’s ‘you know what’ list since I spent most of the afternoon and evening holding a shivering little gray cat with his nose buried in the crook of my arm.
Rusty spent most of his time on the window in my bedroom, or on the bed.
He now owns the place here, you see.
Dusty has made progress… he stayed almost glued to me as I worked on the computer. I pulled up a dining room chair to get him off my lap. The next day he moved to the sofa, then tried out a chair or two, while Rusty napped on the kitchen rug.
Finally, it seems they have worked out their dispute, this little moment was brief but did not end in fur flying – for which I was most grateful. Dusty has found the hiding place all my kitties have used to store their toys.
Now I need to figure out how to keep him from wetting on the bathroom rug! I have put a rubber mat down under the rugs to keep the p from getting into the grout. My bathroom is tile. Washing a rug a day is getting old fast. sigh. I promise these are my last cats. I am too old for this.