Ravi is an enigma. As I write this update, he is making Gremlin-like noises at the black cat that is in our backyard, yet he still won’t have much to do with the “imposter” that’s sleeping in the office.
Wednesday went well. In general, there was less drama since we kept the two cats completely separated. We found that trails of tuna treats leading to the office door helped Ravi associate the new cat with his favorite treat, but he still wasn’t ready to get too close on his own accord. He’d been filling up on tuna treats, and we put a Numero Dos-smelling towel under his dish, so he wasn’t eating much.
Numero Dos, on the other hand, was lonely and let the entire house know, so Chris and I spent some extra time with him in the office. We shot some pretty cute video and took some pictures, so maybe I’ll post those this weekend. Numero Dos really likes to play with little mice, and he likes to knead Chris’s tummy. It’s pretty funny.
Not much happened Thursday. Chris and I didn’t get home until 9:00, so the cats were separated again all day. Numero Dos was attention-starved and anxious to get out of the office, so we let him wander around on his own. Ravi was not pleased with our decision, but he dealt with it. The two had a few stand-offs, there was some growling and hissing, but no blood was shed.
Chris and I fell asleep in the living room, and when I awoke to go to bed, Numero Dos was sleeping on top of Chris’s stomach. I put Numero Dos to bed, and Ravi let me pick him up for a little bit. That’s the most contact he’s let me had with him all week.
And that’s been the Great Austin Cat-astrophe for the last two days. It’s quite the soap opera…
“A cat is a puzzle for which there is no solution.” — Hazel Nicholson