We have now added a new baby to our family, a kitten who is a tabby like Tasha, our first, but she is all gray scale. We have decided to name her Sophie. Jason found the name online using a baby naming website, most appropriate. It all started with a co-worker named Chris. Chris decided that he needed a new addition to his household, and after sharing his findings with Jason of kittens just 6 weeks old, owned by the secretary at his work place, Jason fell in kitten love. We both have an especially tender spot for kittens. They are, after all, the epitome of cuteness and we succumb easily to cute. Chris showed Jason pictures, and he just had to ask me if it was okay to adopt. My first instinct was having issues with the amount of money involved spaying and declawing a cat, then that we wouldn't be able to have another feline in our townhouse. Yet, I gave in. Well, as if I am going to say no. I have mentioned on several occasions that I am going to be the crazy lady when I'm eighty with a million kittens/cats, knowing each by name and never being able to have too many. So, I said yes. With anticipation building, I went to Wal-Mart to purchase the essentials: kitten food, a food bowl and....toys! Jason brought her home the day before the 4th of July, so we have had a 3 day weekend to enjoy her. Jason and I are the only ones enjoying her. Tasha is resistant to the change. She has had many fits of hissing, spitting and growling at the innocent cutie. Sophie is complacent about the matter. I must admit, Tasha is coming around. It's slow, and the advice on the internet was to let them take their time getting to know one another. At first, Jason was trying to make them stay within the same proximaty, but gave up on that to take the unoffensive approach. I have been sitting with the two of them, and now Tasha will allow Sophie to get within a few feet of her without becoming hysterical...a big step in the right direction. We are still trying to figure out why Tasha isn't just proving her dominance about the matter, seeing as how this is her house, after all. Only time will tell. For now, we are enjoying every minute we can with the two of them, seperate nonetheless. It also suggested on the internet that the original cat needs additional attention, and it is true. Without Sophie in a direct line of sight, Tasha is being especially snuggly and loving. I can certainly appreciate that as long as possible. Oh, and they even have matching collars. All of the above describes sisters perfectly, no?
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