Sophie the former stray’s two-year rescueversary is in two and a half weeks, on March 12. The transition has not been an easy one for my two shelter rescues, Sadie and Sally. In fact, it has been rather tumultuous at times. The tumult reached its zenith (I hope) about a month ago, when Sadie must have gotten a little too up in Sophie’s shit. There was blood. Sadie now has a permanent slit in the tip of her ear. I was very distressed when it happened. And I’m still distressed each time I look at Sadie’s flawed beauty. But what can you do?
I’ve got Feliway diffusers throughout my condo, which definitely help. On the couple of occasions when they’ve run out in Sophie’s room, she’s gotten squirrely. Her diffuser was not empty on the day she went after Sadie. The trouble is, Sophie has finally gotten a little more adventuresome, and has decided my bedroom is neutral territory. Sadie and Sally appear to disagree, and chase her back to her room from time to time. Sophie, not being a wallflower, fights back. It was on one such occasion that she swiped Sadie’s ear with her finely-honed claws.
Sophie does have a set of spectacular claws. In fact, she’s got rather large paws for such a little cat. I am, at times, a bit leery when I’m lying in bed and she places one of her giant paws on my face, claws slightly unsheathed, gently resting on my tender skin. It’s her signal that she wants petting. I oblige.
Usually the Three Black Cats tolerate one another pretty well. Here is a recent rare example of some serious harmony:
Not the best shot, but when there’s an opportunity to shoot all three in the same frame, I take what I can get.
Here’s another, a moment later, of Sophie and Sally. Sadie had departed for the window seat.
It’s been nearly two years since Sophie joined our black cat troupe, and still their relationship evolves. Just the other night Sophie got within inches of sniffing Sally’s tail. Sophie wanted that sniff so badly, but she couldn’t quite allow herself to do it. Still, I was thrilled that she allowed herself to be curious about her step-sister without hissing at her. I’m hopeful the moments of harmony will continue to accumulate, and that the ear-shredding incident was a one-off.
Anyone know a kitty plastic surgeon?