But that was not all. The past month has been pretty stressful for the family because they put his wife's mother in a rest home. Seems Mom had a cat who was originally her Dad's cat, but after he passed her mother took care of her. Now Kitsey needed a new home. Would I be interested? Poor kitty needed someone; she is so alone now, really tugging on the ol' heartstrings.
Well, not really. Still kinda shaky on the whole Rooster thing.
The next tack was to disparage me. "Turn key deal. Current shots, dishes, litter box AND litter, bag of food. Just meet her, ya big chicken."
Well, I knew once I said I would, I'd be coming home with a cat. So I said yes. Barring getting my face clawed off.
That did not happen. We moved her in, and she immediately hid in a corner. After I took Mrs. Road Pig back home and came back, she was still in the corner. I had to eat supper, and after that was done, I picked her up and put her in my lap. I did get growled at a tad, but she settled down.
|Barely tolerating me|
Things haven't quite gone her way for some time, and this even upset the apple cart even more. So, I'm for leaving her alone tonight and letting her become acclimated to the new digs.
So, we shall see. I think she'll be ok - just needs some time.