Both cats have run of the house. Moby watches her, still and waiting. She wanders, all bright and curious. Did this yesterday afternoon, letting them orbit each other, meeting in their own time, in their own way. Moby still baffled and wary, Eleanor blithe alternating with skittish. Kept her in the back room overnight, let out after breakfast.
The tension decreases every time. We figure Moby has worked out that she isn't a threat, merely a difficult puzzle he'd rather not deal with. Spraying Feliway to keep the tension down. Keeping them from getting too riled in the first place. Seems to help. Better living through chemistry!
Eleanor is chasing the ping pong ball, and Moby distracted watching the scrub jay.
Rained heavily through the night. Garden is happy, if snail infested. The north side of the front garden probably is suffering because they've been munching clover, as I found a plethora of them on that side in the damp morning. Picked them up, sloshed in some vinegar, they shall become compost, as we all will in our own times. Sprinkled down more diatomaceous earth, because it doesn't harm the soil.
One cosmos flower is open, the rest on the verge. They've sprung up and budded just in the last few days. Rain does wonders.
Update: Not friendship, but moving toward that possibility. She certainly likes Him.
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Close proximity - looking really good.
We are cautiously optimistic. Or minimally pessimistic.
That does look promising, after a pretty short time really. She looks quite a substantial cat, with a very beautiful tail.
Of course Moby is beautiful too.
She's actually very long and slender. Moby is much more muscular. Been having our ups and downs, spats and complaints. Nothing too serious, and the tension is gradually less. But they are not friends, not yet. It's a process.
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