They'll get over it. I hope.
He'd better get over it, because I'm head over heels in love and she's not going anywhere. It's been about twenty years since I had a kitten in my house and there are things you forget when you bring them home, half-baked.
Here are some of the things that I've re-learned in the five days since becoming a new Kitten Mommy:
- Morning mylar crunchy ball soccer on the kitchen linoleum (both kitten and ball slide so effortlessly).
- Learning how to master retractable claws (they go out so much easier than they go in)
- Sideways crab walking (apparently, an effective defense against predators -- who knew?)
- Sudden, uncontrollable desire to sleep in odd positions (the kitten, not me... although....)
- Kitten Axiom No. 27: "The exact spot on which Kitten Mommy walks must be the very best spot or she wouldn't walk there. I will put myself right where she walks, when she walks, then I will be in the best spot, too." (Oddly, all danger aside, I find it difficult to fault this logic since it seems purely subjective.)
- Cuddle time... very important... sacred, in fact. (We've played. We've eaten. We're not quite sleepy yet. Must cuddle. Now. I said, NOW!)
- Kitten Axiom No. 13: "Kitten Mommy makes very funny noises when we climb her jeans leg, claws out (see No. 2)."
These are the things that come to mind right off the bat. I'm hoping Big Cat comes round. He's such a bitter, bitter pill. I don't care if he is never friends with her. I don't care if he ignores her (though she may have some very serious opinions on that point). He just can't be mean to her. That's all I ask. So far, I've just sort of stood back and let them work it out, ready to jump in should he lose his kitty mind. I think that's the best tack to take -- let them work it out, with supervision, keeping them separate otherwise.
It's only been five days, after all.