Small Adventures

Yesterday, I continued Imogen’s process of integration. I decided against Zofia’s participation this time, locking her in the bedroom with a litter-box. She was snoozing, anyway.

The boys were sleeping in the sitting room, but Imogen never saw them. I imagine that she assumes there to be only one other cat in the apartment aside from herself. I hope meeting Renn and Neville won’t be too much of a shock for her. In favour of an easy encounter is the fact that the boys are oldsters who, while they would prefer not to be troubled by newcomers, themselves do not cause trouble.

This day, however, Imogen didn’t venture beyond the corridor and the bathroom. Very nervous, she slinked about, smelling various corners and objects. She may have scented the boys that way, though she might think that they are old signs. In any case, she remained close to the library, indicating the importance of a safe-room for a new cat.

Also indicated, though, was how quickly Imogen can trust a human. While I was trying to urge her to more expansive explorations, she stayed by me, rubbing up against me, arching her back for pets, and generally viewing me as some form of protection. This, though we had met only last week, and under less than friendly conditions. If her anxiety over her new surroundings presage a very gradual integration into the Cosy Apartment’s society, then her attitude toward me suggests that an adoption by another human would not require the adjustment that some cats need.