Living Together

I don’t think many people actually want to take care of eight cats all at once. These things happen, especially when one is involved in rescuing. I do have the room now for eight cats, and a tolerant landlady who also loves cats - though I don’t really want to push my population any further, for a number of reasons.

That written, I must admit that the situation in the new Cosy Cabin is much better than it could be. There is still growling and hissing. Neither Imogen nor Indigo like other cats near them. (I won’t be giving any more cats names beginning with the letter I…) Indie will swat at any feline who comes too near (ie. within reach.) Yet they now tolerate others - even each other - on the bed at night.

As for the rest, Neville is probably the most reluctant, but he will put up with much before expressing disapproval. The kittens are very good friends; Moxy enjoys grooming Xandria, while Brazil is slowly being accepted as a playmate by Valkyrie. All we need is for Sable to become sociable - but that may come in time.

Except for Sabe, all the cats seem to like me, too. I am surprised at how friendly Indigo is with me: she will leave a comfortable spot to lie on my lap, or flop down next to me on the bed at night. (With her on one side, Moxy on the other, and Imo at my feet, it’s a good thing I sleep largely immobile.) I find that most cats want some form of interaction with humans; they want to be able to trust and even like a person. After all, being on one’s guard all the time is exhausting.

I therefore consider myself very lucky in the random allotment of cats life has strewn before me.