Strange to see two black cats in one house. Imagine how it must be for them. Our guest resembles Allie, who lets us hoomans live with her. The new guy is still technically a kitten, but bigger than the feline that runs the joint.
From the Twitter updates:
Between his whining and our cat’s growl it sounds like we have puppies. Will provide updates.
Allie, our cat, is occupying the high ground.
If cats had a vocabulary, the word our cat and the visitor learned this afternoon would have been “pensive.”
There was a harsh staredown between the cats. No accident that the toy dynamite stick was between them …
Honest: They stared. Played The Good, The Bad and the Ugly theme. Our cat won!
There was just a yelp like a high-pitched air drill. Cat territory is thus sharply defined.
Allie is eating the visiting cat’s food, which is kitten junk food. Also she constantly knows the intruder’s whereabouts.
More on this tense situation as the story develops …
It is fine, for the most part. Our visitor is inquisitive, but congenial. Jumps on everything. Allie wants nothing to do with him, though. And for the most part he’s willing to stare at her, be startled and then go run and hide. Still a kitten. They’ll work it out, though. He’ll look back upon those few days he spent that one summer with that older cat.
She’ll hate us for days.
