Candy has been with us 3 weeks now. She and Bethesda play a little bit, but there’s daily hissing on Bethesda’s part, too. And Bethesda is still moping, and her eating is down. She used to talk all the time, now she barely makes a sound. E. assures me you need to wait 3 months for everything to chill. I IMd her that the cats were playing and she IMd back “For now.” It’s that naturally cheerful and uplifting nature of hers.
We call them K1 and K2 (Kat 1, Kat 2). Despite paying extra attention to Bethesda, she has so far not found this naming convention backed up with the kind of action she would most appreciate: getting the little invader the hell out of her house. I have been letting her sit on the dining room table and the kitchen counters, though, 1. because I am a really bad Mumma with no sense and 2. there HAS to be SOME upside to being K1. Then, omm, we found this new treat Bethesda really likes in our on-going quest to find any treat that Candy will like and, omm, I let Beth eat the whole bag in four days (well, she has to eat something).
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