The Nimitz family has grown by one more member. My mother came to visit over Spring Break. She brought with her her two cats, one a formerly wild male kitten she'd caught and had fixed. She was trying to find him a permanent home. He chose ours.
When it came time to pack up and leave, he hid in the utility room (with access between the floors!) and didn't come out until my mom was home -- a 2.5 hour trip!
The new young one reminds me so much of Nimitz when he was a young-un'. Similar coloring, same catitude, everything. And he's not afraid to demand attention.
We "kept" him on a trial basis. If after a couple of weeks we decided the other cats weren't dealing well with him, in other words if they were expressing their displeasure with bodily discharges!, then I'd make an extra trip to return the little imp to my mom.
Some three weeks later he's still with us, and learning quickly. He's dealing well with the 81 lb dog and still trying to make friends with Nimitz and Chicken Cat. They're still not so sure about the whole thing, but haven't let loose with any maloderous comments.
Of course, due to his wild heritage, he's still having trouble adjusting to two-leg hours, i.e. awake during the day and sleeping at night. So, we have to lock him, and consequently all the cats, out of our room at night if we're going to get any sleep. Otherwise, we're awakened around midnight by a small black furry monster playing Chase-The-Tale on our legs.
My mother had dubbed him Squiggles, because he's constantly in motion. But he looks and acts so much like Nimitz I've taken to referring to them as Old Man and Young Man. Not sure if they approve, though!
Nimitz' Lady
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Actually, I named him for his crooked tail. I'm glad to hear that there have been no major incidents between him and the other animals. Goldsmith is happy to be an only cat again.
Love, Mom
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