Rosie's been here ten days now. It is now possible for Athena and Rosie to coexist in the same room for a short period of time, often without any hissing on Athena's part. Of course, this is only if wee-kitten remembers that old-cat's tail is not a toy for her pouncing amusement.
Wee-kitten has been bopped by an angry paw a time or two, and is thus beginning to learn that it is not always wise to treat old-cat the way wee-kitten had been tumbling around her mother.
Athena (old-cat) has been pretty irritable and cranky with us too, for having had the audacity to allow the interloper to remain. When it stormed the other night, she preferred to stay outside in the rain, hunched in a corner of the porch where she wasn't quite managing to stay dry, rather than to consent to come indoors where the Wild Thing was.
Today while I was jogging, I saw the first glimmer of Athena being her old self. She saw me outdoors, ran up to me, smooched my legs, wanted to be petted, and enjoyed (for the first time in ten days) getting scratched in her favorite spot. Of course, we were 200 feet from the house, hidden away at the far end of church, where we could pretend like Rosie never existed.... but, hey, it's a step in the right direction. Athena actually wanted to be petted again, and I was beginning to wonder if that'd ever happen.
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