Miss Jones is adapting quite nicely. We are keeping her in the Jck-and-Jill bathroom, with her carrier, litter box, food, and a toy that the woman who rescued her gave us.
We let her into the office when one of us is in their and now she just strolls right out and lays on the floor like she owns the joint.
She met Ozzo face-to-face; they sniffed, she turned tail and went back inside her carrier, but there was no hissing.
Max hissed, and ran; Miss Jones looked at him like he’d hurt her feelings.
I carried Tuxedo into the room, and he hissed, and spit, and growled like a panther at her. Since some asshat veterinarian declawed Tuxedo, he is leery of new cats because he knows he can’t protect himself very well. I think he’ll be the last one to come around.
Tallulah, on the other hand, is not at all interested because, well, she’s crazy, and I think she thinks Consuelo has been here all along.
But all is good, and we are all getting to know one another.