No, silly, not that kind of a new arrival…
In the first 24 hours our newly acquired toddler cat has:
- Revealed she is in fact, a cat monkey and can do more pull ups on the window than I can.
- Cost me £80.03 in vaccinations.
- Eaten half a pouch of Royal Canin Intense Beauty (but has left the dry food, carefully chopped lamb and Dreamies totally untouched).
- Hissed quietly at Doris (whilst Doris launched a full scale yowling and hissing mission when they snuck a peek at each other through the door).
- Made us play hide and seek. FIVE TIMES.
- Crawled through a three inch gap.
- Meditated with me.
On Sunday, Tom and I travelled by train to York where we had a delightful lunch (amazing burgers at Oscars), followed by a walk around, a watch purchase and a quick couple of half pints at a World Beer pub before Muffin was plucked from under the seat of a white van by her owner, Deborah, accompanied by the barks of their SharPei and stuffed unceremoniously into our cat basket. 30 minutes later, we were on our way back to London. During this time, she glared balefully at us. So far, so good. A successful journey is one with no sick, no wails, and no poo or wee.
Once home after an hour’s delay somewhere in the middle of nowhere, we filled up our new litter tray and placed it in the study, with a delicious bowl of Royal Canin Intense beauty and a glass of water. It was 8.30pm.
Muffin, is a two year old, ginger Devon Rex. She’s lithe and sinewy and has got 0.5kg on Doris. Doris is squishy.
At 8.32pm, we left Muffin alone and tried to watch the football. Yawn.
At 9.30pm, I couldn’t stand it much longer and went down to see her. The first game of hide and seek began. She is actually the craftiest feline in the world.
Meanwhile, Doris is sniffy and a bit jumpy but otherwise, she seems fine.
The next morning, my sister, Tom and I sneak in to see Muffin. She’s hidden every time IN A DIFFERENT HIDING PLACE. Rosie thought she had disappeared. I had better luck after pulling Muffin from one of her hiding places, encouraging her into a cat basket and placing her on my lap whilst I meditated. So far so good. Eventually, after about an hour, Muffin emerged, meowing a lot louder than a thing her size should be able to and flexed her muscles by leaping onto the window frame and hanging there.
Don’t get your hopes up, though, folks. A few hour later it all went tits up. Doris got a sneak peak of Muffin through a crack in the study door and cor blimey, Doris through a hissy fit. Literally. Think hissing, wailing and general catty crying that we’d ‘betrayed’ her. Seriously, I’ve been shoving Dreamies down her throat like you wouldn’t believe and she’s still not forgiven me properly.
We’re currently taking things slowly with Muffin and Doris. Muffin will remain in the study whilst she gets acquainted with her environment. Doris is getting treats and her food placed outside the study so she gets used to Muffin’s smell.
Paws are crossed…
Oh, and we’ve changed her name to Muffinski. Good idea or bad? What do you think?