So for the most part the cats are settling in. Except for Nelson and Tango. Tango is very aggressive towards Nelson (well, towards everyone, but she seems to have it for Nelson something fierce). And Nelson gets pretty upset and scared and there's a lot of hissing and growling and spitting and even a few catfights involved.
So tonight we started tuna therapy. There I was, sitting on the kitchen floor, hand feeding four cats pieces of tuna fish. Healy and Pearl happily chowed down, and Tango came in, too, warily. Nelson almost decided he hated Tango more than he loved tuna, but even he joined in. He wasn't thrilled she was there, but he tolerated it if it meant he could get tuna. So we will keep doing tuna therapy and see how it goes.
I'm earning a degree in feline psychology...
3 comments:
holy crap. i think you are a prototype old-lady-with-cats now.
where did i go wrong?
but "it's dead Jim" that was perfect.
you string theory genius cat lady you.
signed your sister
hey, at least i wasnt wearing a housecoat and fuzzy slippers when i was feeding the cats the tuna...
Now, I'd like to know what's wrong with housecoat and fuzzy slippers.... grrrrr... your oldest sistercat
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