Kitty-Kitter’s Changes

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Above: Kitty-Kitter tongue blep.

When Kitty-Kitter first came out of her bedroom–which used to be my bedroom, by the way–she was nonchalant toward the other cats. it was almost as if they didn’t exist. She didn’t NOT like them, but she didn’t want to hang out with them either. She didn’t even want to sniff them. Well, now, five cats too many later, with a number of explorations by those cats in “her” bedroom, she launches herself at them.

I’m able to stop it and to intervene with pillows, or at least everyone involved gets the idea right away and parts ways once I react in a shocked manner by moving quickly. So there hasn’t been any real damage.

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I talked to the director of community outreach at the Humane Society here, and she picked up through my description that Kitty-Kitter is shy at first, then loves her human once she gets to know him or her, and Kitty-Kitter needs to be the queen of the household and/or does not like other cats. I have not called to surrender her because they’re not allowed to connect foster people/surrenderers with adopters. I’d prefer to have an update.

Here, she’s sitting on my lap. Yes, shoes on table and gloves on chair…but cat on lap!

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It’s kind of funny. Wave is so afraid of her. He’s big and long and when he actually catches a glimpse of her now he slinks slowly away with his belly low to the ground and his back ruffled. He’s Cindy’s nemesis, and Kitty-Kitter is his nemesis.

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Cindy Moved to the Bedroom

I’m moving Cindy to the bedroom/bathroom area to see if I can keep her away from Wave and also get her scent in a new location. After it is fully scented, then they can trade places to get used to each other more.

I saw the whole process tonight–how an attack happens. Cindy was innocently drinking water. She did not hear Wave come up behind her. He did, and he was so cautious I wanted to let him continue until something changed. He sniffed her side near her butt. She still didn’t realize he was doing anything. He sniffed her butt. That was it! She turned around and saw where the gentle poke was coming from, and in utter fear, tried to bolt.

Of course, he was right there, so the attack and the squalling happened. It was like he was saying, “you’re staying with me–like it or not!”

This used to happen less frequently. The everyday scenarios beg that I move her. And I have.

Kitty-Kitter update: I thought I might get her tonight but my neighbor and I are now planning for next week.

The Cowardly Bullies

I feel sad. Cindy comes out, explores, looks around timidly, perhaps plays for a minute or two, and I get so excited to see her exploring. Then, Wave or Iris walks into the room and Cindy freezes. Sometimes I see that look on Wave’s or Iris’s face where they are just locked on to Cindy and about to attack. Sometimes I can prevent it, sometimes not.

Iris is my big fluffy white cat with a gray tabby back, top head, and tail. One reason I kept her after her foster period is that she became immediate best friends with Wave. I would find them crammed in the dish of the cat tower sleeping cuddled together. No explanation, no reason, just instant besties. I hashtag them #besties on Instagram whenever I “catch” them sleeping together now–usually when they do it now I am at work so it’s fun to play a game where I get a surprise by finding them in what may be an allegedly compromising position! (Anyone who wants to follow my catstagram, it’s @ fourkittysmom.)

However, because Iris is Wave’s best friend, and Wave–long black and white male–runs after poor little gray Cindy and starts a fight, Iris started doing it. I noticed last week. I’m still flabbergasted–could they be any more like humans? Is this for real? Wave and Iris were both terrified of humans when I first got them, and I socialized them as I have been trying to with Cindy. I hope I do a better job with Cindy because Wave and Iris are acting like cowardly bullies.

Right now Broken Tail Rescue in Massachusetts, the group I used to always work with and that I got Cindy from, is very busy with summer fosters and I don’t think Cindy could get a better place. She likes to be with the other cats (to a certain extent–as in, she likes to be able to see them) and will meow if I give her her own room. So for now I let them all share rooms, keep an eye on them and scold/say no/stop chases at night, and Cindy enjoys the window seat and cat trees when the others sleep during the day. She sleeps as well, more peacefully during the day, although she may sleep fitfully while hiding at night.

I will tell Broken Tail Cindy may need to go somewhere else as soon as I finish posting this. It’s too sad. I wrote this post because night is coming on, Cindy was coming out, and Iris chased her. Although I stopped it and Iris never made it all the way to her target, the ruckus scared everyone and now Cindy is hiding under the bureau. Jackson Galaxy would say she is “caving” rather than “dwelling” and being her catself. I actually miss her presence. I am sad.

Photos: 1. Iris & Wave, 2. Iris & Wave, 3. Cindy