No Blood on the Moon

When I return to work on Monday, I will probably leave Dabney out of the library all day. I don’t believe he requires the room as a safe-zone but, more importantly, I don’t think he and Percival will cause each other damage in my absence.

Dabs has progressed quite a bit in his integration, though sometimes it doesn’t seem like it. Not more than an hour ago, he had a screaming fit because of Percy, but that is an indication of how he’s developed in the household. He was in the nylon tunnel, which he likes; Percy was peering in one of the holes in the side. I think Dabney realised that Percy was near, but seeing the latter’s fathead poke through a hole was sudden and unwanted.

Significantly, though, on this and other recent occasions, there may have been screaming – on Dabney’s part – but no fighting. Percy moved away and lie down, and Dabs stewed for a few minutes. Then they were done. He does a lot of warning; Percy likes to watch the newcomer and sometimes stares at him, and this annoys Dabney. But of actual fighting, I’ve seen none. To be honest, considering the injuries that Dabney seems to have received in past battles, I think he is most reluctant to come to grips with any other feline; thus, the screaming.

Dabney’s integration, therefore, will take another step on Monday. From the cats’ perspective, hopefully nothing will change, and they won’t take advantage of the referee’s absence.