Faber was let out of quarantine for the first time yesterday. It was for just an hour, and with only Renn and Josie out to see him. Tucker and Cammie were locked in the bedroom.
Faber enjoyed exploring everywhere. He encountered Renn in the sitting room. My big boy remained on the armchair, but growled the whole time that the new fellow was out. Faber need not have even been in sight, and Renn growled with the regularity of breathing. It may have been because Faber was only recently neutered, and still smells like a tom-cat.
For his part, Faber was a bit alarmed by the growling, and hid in corners twice. I had to coax him out. Aside from these instances, however, he roamed free and wide. He found the stairs to the basement, where he seemed to find many interesting smells. He wanted up to the library window and though little can be seen from that ground-level view, he thought it fascinating.
Josie seemed unconcerned by the newcomer, though she kept to the top of the tallest cat-tree, and merely watched Faber’s peregrinations.
There was no fighting - though Faber didn’t care to come close to Renn, so I don’t know what will happen if he ever does - but I am encouraged by the new boy’s apprehension at Renn’s fierceness. I don’t want Faber to be afraid, but I’d prefer him to respect the resident cats rather than try to assert himself forcefully, as has happened with some foster-cats in the past.
Each day, Faber will be released for more explorations, and each day my lot will grow more accustomed to him. Integrations at my house have always required patience and tolerance. I have the former; I’m hoping the perma-cats will contribute the latter.