Encountering the Big Kids
Put the kittens out in the enclosure this morning for about 30 minutes. The kittens had a blast running up and down the cat beds and meeting and greeting the other cats.
No major confrontations, no hissing or growling or swiping of paws. My crew is so used to newcomers that they really don’t treat it as any big deal anymore. The only one who ran off was Maverick, but then she always runs off no matter what-
Showing is Riley, Taylor, Everest and Waverly
June 14th, 2006 at 2:46 pm
googled black cats (my thing) and came upon your blog. Keep up the good work. I happen to love cats, black ones in particular. If it were the 1600’s I’d probably be burned at the stake as a witch! (and I’m married to a man of the cloth!)
My Sammy is black and white (tuxedo) and Blackie is a feral I feed. Sweetzie is my little brown and white girl (how did that happen?) Blackie is a dignified hobo, and I hope to get him to the vet someday for shots, but he will not be touched. Feeding is all I can do.
Good luck and good work.