Today, Portia ventured out of the library. I was ready with extra-thick oven mitts for grabbing fighting cats, a thick and heavy towel to drop between them or over one of them, and I was a bit anxious of the reaction. In the event, it was all rather anti-climactic.
Portia came out and wandered very timidly about the corridor for a few minutes. She saw the perma-cats, and they saw her. She hissed at Tucker, who showed no sign of advancing on her. Then she went back to the library.
I plan on having the library door open when the beasts are quiet or snoozing (not at a time such as dinner) and I am available to watch events; allowing my new guest to come out when she sees fit. So far, she has evinced no desire to explore her new home further, preferring the security of the library. We are in no hurry here, so she is free to set her own schedule.
As may be seen by the photographs, the perma-cats stopped by the open doorway of the library to stare discourteously at the newcomer. Tucker went so far as to use her litter-box. But I don’t want any of them disturbing Portia too much in the library. She clearly sees that room as her safety-zone, and I want to keep it that way. She needs a place to which to retreat, where stress – and strange cats – can’t follow. I don’t think her integration will be particularly difficult, though it may be long. But time is on her side, and so am I.