Tucker continues to be my most sensitive cat. He is the most affected by the introduction of the new resident, Parker. Life is difficult for a sensitive creature, but I try to remind him that he is, no matter what, my favourite roly poly.
During much of the time that Parker is free to roam, Tucker lies on a chair or a cat-tree, out of the way. Other times, he will lie in a cat-hammock, close to the floor, his eyes closed, snoozing. If Parker approaches, Tucker may become agitated and hiss; then again, while on a chair at the dining table, the roly poly may watch the newcomer amble by - the latter’s orange tail even brushing Tucker’s face - with no real concern.
My immediate goal is to let Tucker see Parker walk about, let him get used to the new presence, while simultaneously reinforcing Tucker’s confidence. Since he has very little of that quality to begin with, it may be an uphill battle. And yet, just the other night, Tucker decided to climb down from a high cat-tree, knowing Parker was lying just a few feet away, and waddle over to a heated cat-bed to have a snooze there. When the new fellow got up to leave, he passed by Tucker without either making a sign.
They can be contrary creatures, these cats; their behaviour first in one direction, then in another. Eventually, one direction may win out over the other, and a new attitude will be set. This may take a long time. Fortunately, I have no pressing plans.