Six quadrupeds! That’s 24 legs, folks. That’s a lot! Apparently some people missed the memo that we are keeping the foster kittens. I thought that was kind of obvious from the moment I called them “foster kittens,” because, yeah, right. But just to make it official, yes, we are now the legal owner of the little critters. We have…deep breath…four cats and two dogs. There, I said it.
Things have been a little chaotic since they came to live with us. We fell into a routine of shutting them in the spare bedroom overnight, so the senior dogs and cats could join us upstairs without fear of being body checked by a flying furball in the night. And so aforementioned furballs would not become a midnight protein supplement to somebody.
Then, in the morning, we would give all of the animals a little time to mingle, then banish the dogs downstairs. Senior cats Diamond and Simba have spent varying amounts of time “observing.” Well, they claim they are observing, taking notes, documenting–you know, all of the stuff you do when you realize that management has gone off the rails and you’re going to have to pass along the info to your lawyer.
Personally, I think those observations have at times been distinctly affectionate. True, there’s not a lot of mutual grooming going on–a few licks here and there from Diamond, and definitely no sleep-snuggling, but you can kind of see it coming. The kittens are undeterred in their interest in befriending the older cats, and Simba’s ringing swats on the head have not discouraged them. Neither has Diamond’s hot-and-cold, mixed-signals kind of behavior.
Today something new happened. We put the dogs downstairs and let the kittens out upstairs. Well, the kittens strutted right into the living room and made themselves at home. “We will sit on ur cowlches,” they declared. “We will play with your potted plantses!” They paid no mind to the dogs, and, for a wonder, the dogs were pretty much resigned to their presence, so there was minimal drama.
Courage, who is deathly afraid of kittens, got himself out of the way whenever he saw them coming, and looked to the nearest human for reassurance. Chewie followed them around with his patented worried expression, but everyone is tired of his crap by now. Even the kittens.
We no longer have a house divided. I knew it would happen sooner or later. Apparently the answer was sooner.
So we had all kinds of crazy pet mixing going on today, and it was fine. Life with four quadrupeds. Who would have thought?