The foster kittens have reached the stage of stir crazy, already. When they’re awake and they suspect we’re in the same state, they begin mew constantly. Today, we let the wander about the master bedroom after Nubby had his food. I think we goofed in leaving the door open so Agamemnon hopped upon the bed for his late morning nap and/or scritches only to discover Cambridge (I got his name wrong in an earlier post). The picture above is really cute but what happened afterwards…no. My hopes for Agamemnon to be a good tutor were dashed with immediate hissing followed by deep growls. I will never understand why adult cats find kittens to be a threat. How much he puffs his face to take in deep smelling is comical. The upside is that none of our adults swat at the kittens, a reaction I have seen numerous times; it’s never deadly, it’s more of a warning to the little upstarts.
I continue to remain optimistic for my Aggie to come around because he would love to have a playmate or two; Isis just isn’t into wrestling. Metztli seems to be more of a loner (boo!) and Isis was indifferent to the kittens. I imagine her reaction was, “So? I gave birth to three sets of these things. I’m over them!”
The most shocking surprise turned out to be London as she has been super-aggressive in protecting her offspring. She howls and charges any adult who comes near her or if she spots anyone near the kittens. London can be really off-putting as her battle cry borders on blood-curdling and is equivalent to what I recall from another cat being injured or in serious danger.
Tomorrow, the playpen should be here and ready to deploy. Maybe everybody, except Vegas, will mellow out. Jennifer’s previous cats eventually grew accustomed to Roxy and her kids. I am hopeful. Cats do form feral colonies together. Why not briefly in my house. I’ve made it clear to mine, nobody is getting ditched.