I have hopes that Neville and Portia will become friends. Right now, it’s only the Nevsky who seems to share my hope. Portia is starting to come into the bedroom now, climbing up to the ledge under the window to look out.
Last night, she moved from the ledge, across the desk to the bed, but decided the three boys there were too much of a crowd. After Po walked back to the window, Neville jumped onto a cat-tree near her, and stayed put through her growling and hissing. He’s received a good whapping from her more than once, but he doesn’t seem put off yet.
Yesterday, in the sitting room, I saw Nev ready to startle Portia when she walked by. I think he was hoping to play a game. I doubt that she would have called it that. Nonetheless, it was a step in the right direction. Unfortunately, like many such attempts, it depended on the unwitting victim fulfilling her role. The unwitting was unwilling. Nev eventually gave up.
Don’t worry, my boy. There’s always tomorrow.