When I lived in a house of 5 (including me) I was witness to the spectacle of integrating the preexisting two cats and one large dog with the new cat which had never before met another animal since kittenhood much less had to live with them.
It was a war zone like no other. The day the new cat met the dog... it levitated, performed several feats which disproved gravity, ran up and along a wall or two (taking out at least one vase and a shelf) and found its way to the highest point in the house with the exception of making it all the way to the attic.
It went downhill from there for months, and a war of feline bodily functions ensued to the dismay of everyone else in the house as each cat expressed their disdain of the new situation and they attempted to divide the house in to their respective areas ("This 99% of the house is mine, that spot you're standing on right now? Begrudgingly it can be yours")
If a cat could excrete it, it was ejected onto the walls, the floor, the couch. More innocent chachkis fell victim to gravity defying feats and the owner of the new cat explained that the little demon now produced a kitty vocabulary the likes of which he had never before heard nor knew existed.
After months of living with Tom & Jerry on crack the feline expulsions mostly and mercifully were reduced to mere random fire and shots across the bow and it was realized that these hisses, growls and backs arched at a spine crippling 90 degrees, had become the defacto behavior and amounted to little more than theatrics. When the cat was witnessed to walking between the legs of the sleeping dog without incident, we knew. All further feline bitching was answered by us humans with "Oh please" and life went on.
Why do I tell you all this? I dunno... it's early, I haven't had enough coffee and it sounded funny and like the thing to do. And now... I'm going to be late to work if I don't get going.
Relearning to share a space with others isn't so hard and you're better with people than I am. Just don't pee in the corner to mark your space and you'll be just fine.
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Date: 2007-04-04 01:59 pm (UTC)It was a war zone like no other. The day the new cat met the dog... it levitated, performed several feats which disproved gravity, ran up and along a wall or two (taking out at least one vase and a shelf) and found its way to the highest point in the house with the exception of making it all the way to the attic.
It went downhill from there for months, and a war of feline bodily functions ensued to the dismay of everyone else in the house as each cat expressed their disdain of the new situation and they attempted to divide the house in to their respective areas ("This 99% of the house is mine, that spot you're standing on right now? Begrudgingly it can be yours")
If a cat could excrete it, it was ejected onto the walls, the floor, the couch. More innocent chachkis fell victim to gravity defying feats and the owner of the new cat explained that the little demon now produced a kitty vocabulary the likes of which he had never before heard nor knew existed.
After months of living with Tom & Jerry on crack the feline expulsions mostly and mercifully were reduced to mere random fire and shots across the bow and it was realized that these hisses, growls and backs arched at a spine crippling 90 degrees, had become the defacto behavior and amounted to little more than theatrics. When the cat was witnessed to walking between the legs of the sleeping dog without incident, we knew. All further feline bitching was answered by us humans with "Oh please" and life went on.
Why do I tell you all this? I dunno... it's early, I haven't had enough coffee and it sounded funny and like the thing to do. And now... I'm going to be late to work if I don't get going.
Relearning to share a space with others isn't so hard and you're better with people than I am. Just don't pee in the corner to mark your space and you'll be just fine.
Enjoy your transformation Bug. :-)