olé!

i have become a foster kitty mom. this weekend i welcomed vladimir cat into my home with open arms. it's unfortunate that hit catmate to be has not been quite as accepting. while they have yet to claw or bite at eachother there has been enough hissing and low growling to fill a soundtrack for a movie about, well, two cats who are very unsure about eachother.

at first, vlad was playing the dominant male role. he would stalk tilly and then chase her under the bed or couch when she turned to run away. despite this, tilly would always creep back into the room, interested on seeing what the new cat was up to.

tonight it seems to have reversed. perhaps tilly is pissed that vlad's getting all the attention, or maybe she's just got her nerves up, but all night it's been tilly chasing vlad. just a moment ago vlad was sitting in the window sill and tilly pushed the door so that vlad was basically trapped in the window!

as all this unfolds i sit and watch and say things like "good tilly" or "good boy" or "tilly, you bitch! stop hissing!" sometimes i approach to ensure i'm in the middle to dissolve any potential cat fight, other times i watch as they seem to be incredible uncomfortable only to flop over on their backs like they want to play. really it just feels like i have two bulls in the house and i'm desperately waving my red cape. and as i look down i realize i'm wearing red pj pants...