Cammie is slowly making progress in her integration with the other cats, and with me. I think I’m the easier prospect, though. She has little problem letting me pet her now, though she doesn’t always like lengthy sessions. The new girl first grew used to me simply being present, then in walking by her and, latterly, in sitting by her.
Last night, she was relaxing on the ottoman in the parlour, lying on a comfy, furry pad that would seem far too warm to use in the summer. She likes it, however. I sat beside her and talked to her for a bit, then extended my hand for her to sniff. Right now, she is rather like Renn in that she likes to be sure of what’s coming at her before she allows it. It may be, unlike my big boy, just a passing phase for her. But then she nudged my hand, telling me to pet her. When I did, she started purring.
She may have purred to a small extent previously while I had been petting her, but if she had, it had been too quiet for me to hear. This time, it was a steady rumble, low but definitely audible. This is the first time I’ve heard her purr since coming to stay with me. Then, to keep me in my place, she hissed at me and got down to eat something.
I think Cammie hisses more than most cats, at least at this stage. It strikes me that she hisses at anything she dislikes, even for a moment; other cats, mine at least, not considering such times worth a hiss. I will still respect her reactions, of course, but I believe that in her new situation, she feels a hiss is called for when other felines may simply turn away.
In any case, her purrs are a good sign, demonstrating that she will accept certain things in her new world, that she knows some things are good and pleasant. Over time, I think she will find more and more of that sort, and will purr more, too.