When I was recently listening to a coworker rattle on about how they were having her boyfriends kids fly out for the summer, and how it was going to work out them hanging around with her kid, and who would watch them while they worked, and what would they do for entertainment....my eyes glazed over.
All I could think about was that me and manfriends biggest woe about cohabitating, is our pets.
Of course my kids are perfect. I have a blissful utopia of animal love going on. They wouldn't even kill a mouse (no...really they wont)let alone be mean or bully a new arrival. Getting a new dog didn't phase them.
Manfriend has a cat. Mojo. You may remember I found Mojo in the woods at my old place, and she hated my cats, who acted like they had no idea what hissing was when she hissed at them.
I've successfully intermingled several cats in my lifetime, so I know I can do it. Like most things, it just takes time. Manfriend is really super worried his cat wont be part of the crowd. Thats one of the reasons I love him. He worries about his cats happiness.
See, Mom...a man does love me despite my four cats, stinky dog, and new addition. (Mom always said no one would want to live with me with my menegerie...I held to the idea that the right guy for me would. And, he did)
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Your cats are awesome. How do you train them to be like that?:)
I don't think my older cat ever truly adjusted to the younger one but here we are, twelve years later, and they occasionally help groom each other on top of their heads. It may not be perfect but they'll mesh. :)
Numerous slightly damp hand towels rubbed over all parties --especially the head and face areas. Then mix all the towels up and do it again so all their scents are intermingled and intertwinned on on one another.
Dunno if it works, just read it in a book back in the foggy mists of time.
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