To my friends who have been kind enough to inquire about the health and well-being of Cheeto, the stray charmer who adopted us: Cheeto has settled into a favorite spot on the sofa, where has managed to achieve a moderate level of comfort and is learning to relax. Hank the Cat is doing his best to accept the interloper. They do not, by any stretch of the imagination, love each other. But they have achieved what Henry Kissinger would call detente. It comes and it goes, but they have achieved it. Sort of. On their good days. As long as they don't run out of cat treats to distract them when hostilities erupt. One day at a time, kitties. One day at a time.
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Hey, it's no different than having two kids. They probably really DO love each other if they're feuding. That's called sibling rivalry and every family with more than one child deals with it. I never thought about trying cat treats. Meanwhile, Rocky is pleased as punch to be on only child/cat.
Posted by: Nancy Dorman-Hickson | October 24, 2013 at 09:56 AM