The foster kitties are improving, bit by bit. Smudgie has gotten to the point where she’ll come out and be petted and ask for love every second or third time I go in the room. HG will come over and sniff and lick my hand, but he’s still not up for a good vigorous petting session – in fact, he’s got a one-pet-only policy that I honor because I don’t want to scare him off.
He spends a lot of time watching Smudgie to see her reaction or what she’s going to do. If he doesn’t come around in the next few days, I’m probably going to separate them – put him in the guest bedroom by himself – to see if splitting them up changes their level of friendliness. Obviously if they’re miserable apart or they don’t get friendlier, we’ll reunite them.
I let Tommy in to visit with them Saturday afternoon, and they were very interested in him, followed him around and sniffed at him. They’ve been well socialized with other cats, obviously, because there was no hissing or spitting or fluffing on their part (maybe a couple of small hisses, but that’s it). I’ve never seen foster kittens react so well to new cats.
They’re such sweet little things; I hope they warm up soon.
Note that he’s carefully watching her to see what she’s going to do next!
HG poses prettily.
“Tryin’ to eat here, lady.”
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Sugarbutt and his dry, scabby nose. (It has since improved and is back to pink perfection!)
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