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andrewducker) wrote2007-08-16 08:58 am
andrewducker) wrote2007-08-16 08:58 am
Yaaaaawn - Kitties!
Yesterday Jack had his final innoculaitons, and we were thus able to introduce him to Denver.
Not that they haven't almost met on numerous previous occasions. They spy each other in the distance, Jack instantly going into "What the fuck is that, and will it play with me?!?!?!?!?" mode, and Denver making a noise not entirely unlike a loudly hissing kettle before vanishing in a puff of black fur.
This pattern continued last night, as we've stopped keeping them apart, letting them instead find their own equilibrium. This equilibrium seems to be about 18 inches - Jack can get that close before the hissing gets particularly ferocious, and he hovers there, meeping in a placatory way until the growling gets too loud, at which point he bounces off around the room for a bit. He keeps coming back though, hoping that Denver will make friends with him.
I'm hoping she does as well, at the very least she's already grown more used to him - standing her ground rather than fleeing instantly. I just wish most of this process hadn't happened on the stacks of 47 boxes next to my bed. At 3am.
Not that they haven't almost met on numerous previous occasions. They spy each other in the distance, Jack instantly going into "What the fuck is that, and will it play with me?!?!?!?!?" mode, and Denver making a noise not entirely unlike a loudly hissing kettle before vanishing in a puff of black fur.
This pattern continued last night, as we've stopped keeping them apart, letting them instead find their own equilibrium. This equilibrium seems to be about 18 inches - Jack can get that close before the hissing gets particularly ferocious, and he hovers there, meeping in a placatory way until the growling gets too loud, at which point he bounces off around the room for a bit. He keeps coming back though, hoping that Denver will make friends with him.
I'm hoping she does as well, at the very least she's already grown more used to him - standing her ground rather than fleeing instantly. I just wish most of this process hadn't happened on the stacks of 47 boxes next to my bed. At 3am.
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