Call it crazy

This is Candy. She is about to become our third cat.

A friend adopted Candy a few years ago, but is in the position of having to move overseas – she can’t find an only-cat home for Candy, and while she was trying, I’d offered our place as a last resort. Well, it’s last-resort time! I’ve cat-sat for her before, and Candy is a real sweetie. She’s purry, likes to sit on laps, and has a delightfully engaging little mew.

So, on Sunday, Candy will be introduced to our spare room, and we will brace ourselves for explosions of upset kitties. Candy will be restricted to the spare room with supervised explores elsewhere, and I’ll give it a week or two before introducing the cats face to face. I am pondering the application of duct tape and gardening netting to the door, to allow the cats to chat to each other without being able to hit. I doubt that Boomer will care much – he’s a pretty laid-back kind of boy. Tigra’s the one I’m worried about, she’s a bundle of nerves at the best of times. On the other hand, Candy’s nickname is Chicken, so I don’t predict much aggressive behaviour from her either.

I also intend to manipulate the situation with Feliway dispensers – there’s a powerpoint right outside the spare room door, which I will plug a dispenser into. Hopefully I will be able to introduce Candy and retain our otherwise harmonious home…

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