On Saturday Deb and I brought Meg home to stay with us. This was always going to be the case, assuming body corporate approval, but the presence of Ooda, the new kitten, was a bit of a complication. We tried introducing Meg to the house on her own, and after dismantling the box to get her out, she retreated to a corner and promptly quivered with fear. Ooda made noise about being locked up, and Meg didn't seem to be going anywhere, so we let him out to meet her.
Now, Ooda being a young male and Meg being a crotchety-though-quiet old lady of a cat, there were a few possible attitudes they could take to one another. Ooda's default reaction is, of course, "Ooh, new thing!" Meg, it was hoped, would adopt Ooda as her surrogate child or at least they would agree on territory quickly. Apparently Meg has no latent motherly instincts, and took the path, in cat equivalents, of yelling at Ooda to get off her lawn. Since then, she has only moved when nobody is watching, and has discouraged further interaction from Ooda in a similar manner, hissing and growling, but not actually striking.
Mokalus of Borg
PS - Not exactly the community feeling we hoped to build.
PPS - But I guess it's better than any actual injuries on either side.
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