Kitty Update
Before I continue the tale of the “kitty melting pot”, perhaps I should give a brief rundown on particular cat personality…
Hers:
Impedicles, aka Impy: Very friendly, if a bit high-strung orange tabby. He’s a young cat, full of boundless energy, and he is a mama’s boy. She can do anything to him, and he just purrs. He tends to play a little too rough (except with mama). He has the cutest Mike Tyson voice, which does not match his lean, stocky body and bowed front legs. He has a very “happy-go-lucky” nature about him.
Sophia: The youngest of the brood, and the sweetest. A black tabby that is a tad shy around strangers, but very loving. Very outgoing and affectionate. She is, essentially, Impy’s playmate. They chase each other all day long.
Purrsephone, aka Purrsy aka Ms. Grrrrr: The “old lady” of the bunch, and a grouchy one at that. She does not tolerate the others, at all. In fact, Mama is the only one who can really come near her without a bunch of growling and hissing. She is a beautiful calico, but spends most of her day hiding in her favorite niches, growling at the world.
Mine:
Gray Kitty: As the name implies, he is gray, but he is definitely not a kitty. He is full grown, full blown. He’s large. He’s poofy. GK is a long haired Maine Coon and is absolutely gorgeous. Unfortunately, he is utterly stupid. I don’t say that to be mean. He’s just dumb as a stump. Very, very, very loving, very outgoing, and relatively mild mannered.
Oliver: The absolute oldest of the bunch, and is a very mild mannered orange tabby. He is loving, but more so to certain individuals. He prefers girls. He loves his Daddy, but Mama is his special love. He’d much rather cuddle with Sheeps, but thinks Dad might be jealous, so doesn’t show it when he’s around. He’d rather be left alone to his own devices most of the time. GK constantly starts fights with him, mostly in play, but Oliver doesn’t put up with it and usually beats GK down, even though he is smaller (though not by much…). Oliver is master of the silent meow. He looks at you and opens his mouth, but nothing comes out. Good natured and mostly accepting of everything, though relatively shy.
All righty then! Intros have been completed, so let’s get on with the tale!
As previously mentioned, Impy has gone completely nuts. He growls and spits at everything, including his sisters, who he is used to. He has mellowed a bit, allowing Mama to give him attention, but he loses his mind at the merest sight of any of the other cats. He is taking the move the hardest. This is a shocker, as we figured he’d be one of the most acceptable. Not so. He is coming along, but slowly. For now, he is still locked up in the spare bedroom, alone. Sheeps goes in and spends quality time with him, but we can’t let him out amongst the “herd” until he gets rid of his little homicidal streak that he displays upon the merest sight of any other cat.
Purrsey was the first to come out and be social. This is one we’d have never guessed in a squillion years. Yes, she still spits and hisses at all the others, and isn’t too interested in making friends, but is at least sociable to people. She even lets me scratch her head, and can not get enough loving from Mama. Weird.
Sophia is essentially hiding from everything. We thought she’d be the first to adjust, but she just wants to hide from the world. If you can find her, she is still loving, but doesn’t want to come out.
Oliver is being the social butterfly, and wants to meet everyone. He did hiss at Impy, but only after receiving a growl from hell. He actually wanted to go up and make friends. For the most part, he is being friendly, but none of the others has shown any indication of being pals, just yet.
Gray Kitty has spent most of the time hiding under the bed, except for when he is hissing at Sophia, in the rare times when she ventures out of hiding. We thought he’d be the most outgoing of mine. We thought he’d love Sophia, but he seems to have taken an instant dislike to her. He just runs from Purrsey. Her growls scare the crap out of him.
So, all in all, one big happy family, right? Oy. Well, slow and steady, as they say. We knew from the start that this would be a difficult transition, and it has been. It just hasn’t been the way we expected, as all of the cats are acting contrary to their natures. One day at a time…
Hers:
Impedicles, aka Impy: Very friendly, if a bit high-strung orange tabby. He’s a young cat, full of boundless energy, and he is a mama’s boy. She can do anything to him, and he just purrs. He tends to play a little too rough (except with mama). He has the cutest Mike Tyson voice, which does not match his lean, stocky body and bowed front legs. He has a very “happy-go-lucky” nature about him.
Sophia: The youngest of the brood, and the sweetest. A black tabby that is a tad shy around strangers, but very loving. Very outgoing and affectionate. She is, essentially, Impy’s playmate. They chase each other all day long.
Purrsephone, aka Purrsy aka Ms. Grrrrr: The “old lady” of the bunch, and a grouchy one at that. She does not tolerate the others, at all. In fact, Mama is the only one who can really come near her without a bunch of growling and hissing. She is a beautiful calico, but spends most of her day hiding in her favorite niches, growling at the world.
Mine:
Gray Kitty: As the name implies, he is gray, but he is definitely not a kitty. He is full grown, full blown. He’s large. He’s poofy. GK is a long haired Maine Coon and is absolutely gorgeous. Unfortunately, he is utterly stupid. I don’t say that to be mean. He’s just dumb as a stump. Very, very, very loving, very outgoing, and relatively mild mannered.
Oliver: The absolute oldest of the bunch, and is a very mild mannered orange tabby. He is loving, but more so to certain individuals. He prefers girls. He loves his Daddy, but Mama is his special love. He’d much rather cuddle with Sheeps, but thinks Dad might be jealous, so doesn’t show it when he’s around. He’d rather be left alone to his own devices most of the time. GK constantly starts fights with him, mostly in play, but Oliver doesn’t put up with it and usually beats GK down, even though he is smaller (though not by much…). Oliver is master of the silent meow. He looks at you and opens his mouth, but nothing comes out. Good natured and mostly accepting of everything, though relatively shy.
All righty then! Intros have been completed, so let’s get on with the tale!
As previously mentioned, Impy has gone completely nuts. He growls and spits at everything, including his sisters, who he is used to. He has mellowed a bit, allowing Mama to give him attention, but he loses his mind at the merest sight of any of the other cats. He is taking the move the hardest. This is a shocker, as we figured he’d be one of the most acceptable. Not so. He is coming along, but slowly. For now, he is still locked up in the spare bedroom, alone. Sheeps goes in and spends quality time with him, but we can’t let him out amongst the “herd” until he gets rid of his little homicidal streak that he displays upon the merest sight of any other cat.
Purrsey was the first to come out and be social. This is one we’d have never guessed in a squillion years. Yes, she still spits and hisses at all the others, and isn’t too interested in making friends, but is at least sociable to people. She even lets me scratch her head, and can not get enough loving from Mama. Weird.
Sophia is essentially hiding from everything. We thought she’d be the first to adjust, but she just wants to hide from the world. If you can find her, she is still loving, but doesn’t want to come out.
Oliver is being the social butterfly, and wants to meet everyone. He did hiss at Impy, but only after receiving a growl from hell. He actually wanted to go up and make friends. For the most part, he is being friendly, but none of the others has shown any indication of being pals, just yet.
Gray Kitty has spent most of the time hiding under the bed, except for when he is hissing at Sophia, in the rare times when she ventures out of hiding. We thought he’d be the most outgoing of mine. We thought he’d love Sophia, but he seems to have taken an instant dislike to her. He just runs from Purrsey. Her growls scare the crap out of him.
So, all in all, one big happy family, right? Oy. Well, slow and steady, as they say. We knew from the start that this would be a difficult transition, and it has been. It just hasn’t been the way we expected, as all of the cats are acting contrary to their natures. One day at a time…
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