My foster-cat continues to expand her tiny world. In fact, since her dental surgery on Monday, Portia has taken to spending most of her time outside the library, whereas previously, that room was the majority of her life for most of each day. I don’t think this can be a coincidence, and have heard of big changes in cats due to the removal of troublesome teeth and / or the cleaning of gums. Whatever the cause, it is a positive move.
Portia has found the nylon tunnel and enjoys being in it for twenty or thirty minutes at a stretch. This alternates with periods at the screen door to the ditch, where fragrances may be smelled and birds seen, fighting over the cat-food in the outsiders’ bowl. And she likes pouring herself into a box.
Her relations with the perma-cats continue to improve, though very slowly. There are stand-offs and stares, growls and hisses, but I am not worried about them. And I have been able to hold Portia to apply some anti-bacterial wipes to her chin – she has a bit of cat-acne that needs eradication. Though she hates the process and struggles, she does not scratch or bite, as she could very well try. I am reminded in many ways of Cammie, and how she could have flayed the skin from my bones if she had wanted, but didn’t, when I gave her medicine. I hope Portia follows my princess’s pattern. It will take time, but she may be ready for adoption some day, and that would mean some very lucky humans.