His Reluctant Progress

Iago is making progress, whether he wants to or not. I am leaving the library door open all the time when I am home and awake, though I close it for meals, so my little Venetian villain will have some peace. Last night, late, near bedtime, he came out and explored. Brazil, who has been the most curious about the newcomer, hissed at him from about six feet of distance. Iago hissed back. But Shimmer’s response to Iago’s presence has been one of interest rather than aggression or intimidation. So far, none of the perma-cats have been bothering the new boy overly much.

I try to give Iago lap-time before bed each evening. Until last night, he had to be on the carpeted bookcase under the window, or on Min’s cat-tree, before descending to my lap. Last night, he was on the floor in the corner, behind a bookcase (the lowest shelf now divested of books), but nonetheless came up to sit on me when I settled myself on the couch. He enjoys it enough to purr the entire time and drool excessively. And then he hisses at me when I leave.