Adjustments

It's been an odd week here at Feline Fine. Simultaeneously mourning an old pet, getting to know a new pet, trying to broker a feline relationship between new and current pet; there has been a lot of adjustment going around.

First, there's Merlin. His ashes are safely stashed in my closet, hidden from view but in a place he often liked to go. We still miss him and probably will for a long, long time.

Then there's Jasper. This little guy is a breath of fresh air. He is tiny with a loud, high-pitched meow. He is hysterical and loving. Now we just need to figure out how to break him of the very annoying habit of waking us up in the middle of the night with head butts in the face and wet licky kisses on the cheeks and lips. At least he's only given me a wet willy once (so far)!

Finally, there's Isabella. She was less than thrilled when we brought Jasper home. We had never heard her hiss until she saw the kitten. By Wednesday, they seemed to be getting along well enough to leave out all day and we were gratified that when we got home, all ears, eyes and noses were accounted for. Since then, the two of them have been getting along very well. Isabella has come around and has begun being her mushy self again. She greeted me at the door on Friday and ran out into the hall. She sat outside peeking in until she saw me comeing for her and then she took off down the hall. When I scooped her up, she dug her claws into my shirt, buried her head beneath my chin, and started purring like a banshee. And last night, she finally got on the bed again and snuggled with me for a few moments.

Finally. The new family dynamic is starting to gel.

Who's that little guy down there?

(Jasper is actually in the process of sliding off the chair rather than jumping on.)

(This is one, as is the first picture, of many of Jasper's impersonations of a Jawa, albeit a blue-eyed one!)