Integration and Nonchalance

Millie suffered her sanctum to be invaded this evening. I dislike allowing this, but integration isn’t achieved by isolation. And, considering the number of cats I have, and their diverse personalities, I am grateful for their reactions to Millie.

Their reactions, in fact, seem more concerned with returning to the cat-room than with bothering, or even interacting, with its new occupant. Brazil seemed to have been in a staring contest with Mills, though he was actually just trying to find a way past her to the saddle-topped cat-tree, which is his favourite perch in the room. And on the subject of favourite perches, Moxy, too, preferred a window seat to friendship, at least for now. Millie appeared most taken aback by the Mixer’s trespass, since the top of that cat-tree is her favourite spot, too. Even Indigo, who dislikes all the other felines, wanted just to be back in the cat-room.

I am sure that the future won’t always be as innocuous as tonight’s tableaux, but every time Millie sees the others ignore her, or give her the shoulder of nonchalance, the better her acclimitisation to the Cosy Cabin will be, as it will prove to her, bit by bit, that there is nothing to fear from these strangers.