Cammie is still adjusting to her blindness. It is not easy for her. Her greatest trouble is with the other beasts. They do not go out of their way to bother her, but bumping into them, even realizing that they are close, causes her to fear, and she hisses and growls. It can’t be easy, living without sight and never trusting those around you. Tucker and Josie are learning to move when they see Cammie coming, which I appreciate. Renn stays put, and I am trying to teach him otherwise. This anxiety on the princess’s part is manifesting itself in wetting outside her litter-box when she is confined to the bedroom during the day. (I think actually being in the bedroom alone, while it may be boring, is gentle on her nerves. The inappropriate wetting is an overall reaction.)
The one cat who seems not to cause Cammie the same agitation that others do is Raleigh. My Siamese girl has hissed at him, to be sure, but she appears more tolerant of his proximity than she is of others. I have seen the two of them at the screen door, both enjoying the scents and sounds of an early morning, or a balmy evening; Cammie must know that Peachy is near, yet she accepts it.
I have hoped in the past that a couple of my cats would become chums but, other than Tungsten and Renn, that has never occurred. Peaceful co-existence is good but friendship is better. Given time, perhaps something will come of this new association. Cammie could use a friend.