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Jun. 14th, 2008
Shh, cats napping
Jun. 14th, 2008 03:18 pmWell, the potential exciting thing has happened. It's been about an hour and a half. Jupiter is lounging lion-like on the kitty tree, Luna us gazing out the living room sliding doors, and the kitten? The kitten is curled up on the couch, asleep.
Yeah, kitten.
The woman works with Charlotte, and had an unexpected surprise. Her medium-haired female orange tabby escaped the house, and came back pregnant. But by the time the owners realized, it was too late to go through with the spay surgery. The litter of five females was born in the middle of April, all orange, three short-haired. The owner, Kathy, needed to find them homes, since she already had five cats. Charlotte passed the information on to me and Adam, and suggested that perhaps we might like one. We thought about it. We considered it long and hard, every possible outcome. How would Luna and Jupiter react to a very young kitten, instead of an older, shy female?
We went with Charlotte to Kathy's today, and picked the one we thought might be most compatible. We had already discussed with Kathy the possibility that we might have to bring the kitten back if our cats didn't like it.
We brought the little one home. We put the carrier on our bed, where Luna was napping. That introduction went very oddly -- Luna didn't really care. She sniffed the baby, shrugged, and ate her treats.
Jupiter would be a different story, we assumed. We opened the bedroom door and let him in. He meowed, stared at the kitten, and jumped up on the dresser with the food. He sat and stared. And stared. No expression, no ear movement, only a slight thump of his tail from the tip.
We brought the kitten to the living room. Then to the kitchen where the feeder was. She ate and drank quite a bit, and Luna and Jupiter came into the kitchen and ate the wet food a few feet away. I was as nervous as I could be, but again, the older cats didn't seem to mind the baby.
We brought the kitten back to the living room. We entertained all three cats with a laser pointer, which seemed to ease any tensions. Luna bapped the kitten on the head once, as did Jupiter. I tensed up at that, but again, everything seemed fine.
The kitten is quite playful, naturally. She is now asleep on the couch.
Jupiter seems okay. Luna seems okay. This feels weird to me. There was no agression, no fear, no actual reaction. Huh. I don't think we'll need to bring the kitten back to Kathy. We are still thinking about names. My anxiety is still somewhat high, since Adam's idea of initial introduction was unconvential. But everything seems to be fine so far.
Updates to follow.
Yeah, kitten.
The woman works with Charlotte, and had an unexpected surprise. Her medium-haired female orange tabby escaped the house, and came back pregnant. But by the time the owners realized, it was too late to go through with the spay surgery. The litter of five females was born in the middle of April, all orange, three short-haired. The owner, Kathy, needed to find them homes, since she already had five cats. Charlotte passed the information on to me and Adam, and suggested that perhaps we might like one. We thought about it. We considered it long and hard, every possible outcome. How would Luna and Jupiter react to a very young kitten, instead of an older, shy female?
We went with Charlotte to Kathy's today, and picked the one we thought might be most compatible. We had already discussed with Kathy the possibility that we might have to bring the kitten back if our cats didn't like it.
We brought the little one home. We put the carrier on our bed, where Luna was napping. That introduction went very oddly -- Luna didn't really care. She sniffed the baby, shrugged, and ate her treats.
Jupiter would be a different story, we assumed. We opened the bedroom door and let him in. He meowed, stared at the kitten, and jumped up on the dresser with the food. He sat and stared. And stared. No expression, no ear movement, only a slight thump of his tail from the tip.
We brought the kitten to the living room. Then to the kitchen where the feeder was. She ate and drank quite a bit, and Luna and Jupiter came into the kitchen and ate the wet food a few feet away. I was as nervous as I could be, but again, the older cats didn't seem to mind the baby.
We brought the kitten back to the living room. We entertained all three cats with a laser pointer, which seemed to ease any tensions. Luna bapped the kitten on the head once, as did Jupiter. I tensed up at that, but again, everything seemed fine.
The kitten is quite playful, naturally. She is now asleep on the couch.
Jupiter seems okay. Luna seems okay. This feels weird to me. There was no agression, no fear, no actual reaction. Huh. I don't think we'll need to bring the kitten back to Kathy. We are still thinking about names. My anxiety is still somewhat high, since Adam's idea of initial introduction was unconvential. But everything seems to be fine so far.
Updates to follow.
Shh, cats napping
Jun. 14th, 2008 03:18 pmWell, the potential exciting thing has happened. It's been about an hour and a half. Jupiter is lounging lion-like on the kitty tree, Luna us gazing out the living room sliding doors, and the kitten? The kitten is curled up on the couch, asleep.
Yeah, kitten.
The woman works with Charlotte, and had an unexpected surprise. Her medium-haired female orange tabby escaped the house, and came back pregnant. But by the time the owners realized, it was too late to go through with the spay surgery. The litter of five females was born in the middle of April, all orange, three short-haired. The owner, Kathy, needed to find them homes, since she already had five cats. Charlotte passed the information on to me and Adam, and suggested that perhaps we might like one. We thought about it. We considered it long and hard, every possible outcome. How would Luna and Jupiter react to a very young kitten, instead of an older, shy female?
We went with Charlotte to Kathy's today, and picked the one we thought might be most compatible. We had already discussed with Kathy the possibility that we might have to bring the kitten back if our cats didn't like it.
We brought the little one home. We put the carrier on our bed, where Luna was napping. That introduction went very oddly -- Luna didn't really care. She sniffed the baby, shrugged, and ate her treats.
Jupiter would be a different story, we assumed. We opened the bedroom door and let him in. He meowed, stared at the kitten, and jumped up on the dresser with the food. He sat and stared. And stared. No expression, no ear movement, only a slight thump of his tail from the tip.
We brought the kitten to the living room. Then to the kitchen where the feeder was. She ate and drank quite a bit, and Luna and Jupiter came into the kitchen and ate the wet food a few feet away. I was as nervous as I could be, but again, the older cats didn't seem to mind the baby.
We brought the kitten back to the living room. We entertained all three cats with a laser pointer, which seemed to ease any tensions. Luna bapped the kitten on the head once, as did Jupiter. I tensed up at that, but again, everything seemed fine.
The kitten is quite playful, naturally. She is now asleep on the couch.
Jupiter seems okay. Luna seems okay. This feels weird to me. There was no agression, no fear, no actual reaction. Huh. I don't think we'll need to bring the kitten back to Kathy. We are still thinking about names. My anxiety is still somewhat high, since Adam's idea of initial introduction was unconvential. But everything seems to be fine so far.
Updates to follow.
Yeah, kitten.
The woman works with Charlotte, and had an unexpected surprise. Her medium-haired female orange tabby escaped the house, and came back pregnant. But by the time the owners realized, it was too late to go through with the spay surgery. The litter of five females was born in the middle of April, all orange, three short-haired. The owner, Kathy, needed to find them homes, since she already had five cats. Charlotte passed the information on to me and Adam, and suggested that perhaps we might like one. We thought about it. We considered it long and hard, every possible outcome. How would Luna and Jupiter react to a very young kitten, instead of an older, shy female?
We went with Charlotte to Kathy's today, and picked the one we thought might be most compatible. We had already discussed with Kathy the possibility that we might have to bring the kitten back if our cats didn't like it.
We brought the little one home. We put the carrier on our bed, where Luna was napping. That introduction went very oddly -- Luna didn't really care. She sniffed the baby, shrugged, and ate her treats.
Jupiter would be a different story, we assumed. We opened the bedroom door and let him in. He meowed, stared at the kitten, and jumped up on the dresser with the food. He sat and stared. And stared. No expression, no ear movement, only a slight thump of his tail from the tip.
We brought the kitten to the living room. Then to the kitchen where the feeder was. She ate and drank quite a bit, and Luna and Jupiter came into the kitchen and ate the wet food a few feet away. I was as nervous as I could be, but again, the older cats didn't seem to mind the baby.
We brought the kitten back to the living room. We entertained all three cats with a laser pointer, which seemed to ease any tensions. Luna bapped the kitten on the head once, as did Jupiter. I tensed up at that, but again, everything seemed fine.
The kitten is quite playful, naturally. She is now asleep on the couch.
Jupiter seems okay. Luna seems okay. This feels weird to me. There was no agression, no fear, no actual reaction. Huh. I don't think we'll need to bring the kitten back to Kathy. We are still thinking about names. My anxiety is still somewhat high, since Adam's idea of initial introduction was unconvential. But everything seems to be fine so far.
Updates to follow.
Shh, cats napping
Jun. 14th, 2008 03:18 pmWell, the potential exciting thing has happened. It's been about an hour and a half. Jupiter is lounging lion-like on the kitty tree, Luna us gazing out the living room sliding doors, and the kitten? The kitten is curled up on the couch, asleep.
Yeah, kitten.
The woman works with Charlotte, and had an unexpected surprise. Her medium-haired female orange tabby escaped the house, and came back pregnant. But by the time the owners realized, it was too late to go through with the spay surgery. The litter of five females was born in the middle of April, all orange, three short-haired. The owner, Kathy, needed to find them homes, since she already had five cats. Charlotte passed the information on to me and Adam, and suggested that perhaps we might like one. We thought about it. We considered it long and hard, every possible outcome. How would Luna and Jupiter react to a very young kitten, instead of an older, shy female?
We went with Charlotte to Kathy's today, and picked the one we thought might be most compatible. We had already discussed with Kathy the possibility that we might have to bring the kitten back if our cats didn't like it.
We brought the little one home. We put the carrier on our bed, where Luna was napping. That introduction went very oddly -- Luna didn't really care. She sniffed the baby, shrugged, and ate her treats.
Jupiter would be a different story, we assumed. We opened the bedroom door and let him in. He meowed, stared at the kitten, and jumped up on the dresser with the food. He sat and stared. And stared. No expression, no ear movement, only a slight thump of his tail from the tip.
We brought the kitten to the living room. Then to the kitchen where the feeder was. She ate and drank quite a bit, and Luna and Jupiter came into the kitchen and ate the wet food a few feet away. I was as nervous as I could be, but again, the older cats didn't seem to mind the baby.
We brought the kitten back to the living room. We entertained all three cats with a laser pointer, which seemed to ease any tensions. Luna bapped the kitten on the head once, as did Jupiter. I tensed up at that, but again, everything seemed fine.
The kitten is quite playful, naturally. She is now asleep on the couch.
Jupiter seems okay. Luna seems okay. This feels weird to me. There was no agression, no fear, no actual reaction. Huh. I don't think we'll need to bring the kitten back to Kathy. We are still thinking about names. My anxiety is still somewhat high, since Adam's idea of initial introduction was unconvential. But everything seems to be fine so far.
Updates to follow.
Yeah, kitten.
The woman works with Charlotte, and had an unexpected surprise. Her medium-haired female orange tabby escaped the house, and came back pregnant. But by the time the owners realized, it was too late to go through with the spay surgery. The litter of five females was born in the middle of April, all orange, three short-haired. The owner, Kathy, needed to find them homes, since she already had five cats. Charlotte passed the information on to me and Adam, and suggested that perhaps we might like one. We thought about it. We considered it long and hard, every possible outcome. How would Luna and Jupiter react to a very young kitten, instead of an older, shy female?
We went with Charlotte to Kathy's today, and picked the one we thought might be most compatible. We had already discussed with Kathy the possibility that we might have to bring the kitten back if our cats didn't like it.
We brought the little one home. We put the carrier on our bed, where Luna was napping. That introduction went very oddly -- Luna didn't really care. She sniffed the baby, shrugged, and ate her treats.
Jupiter would be a different story, we assumed. We opened the bedroom door and let him in. He meowed, stared at the kitten, and jumped up on the dresser with the food. He sat and stared. And stared. No expression, no ear movement, only a slight thump of his tail from the tip.
We brought the kitten to the living room. Then to the kitchen where the feeder was. She ate and drank quite a bit, and Luna and Jupiter came into the kitchen and ate the wet food a few feet away. I was as nervous as I could be, but again, the older cats didn't seem to mind the baby.
We brought the kitten back to the living room. We entertained all three cats with a laser pointer, which seemed to ease any tensions. Luna bapped the kitten on the head once, as did Jupiter. I tensed up at that, but again, everything seemed fine.
The kitten is quite playful, naturally. She is now asleep on the couch.
Jupiter seems okay. Luna seems okay. This feels weird to me. There was no agression, no fear, no actual reaction. Huh. I don't think we'll need to bring the kitten back to Kathy. We are still thinking about names. My anxiety is still somewhat high, since Adam's idea of initial introduction was unconvential. But everything seems to be fine so far.
Updates to follow.
High Anxiety
Jun. 14th, 2008 10:26 pmI will admit, I am becoming oddly, irrationally anxious.
Jupiter and Luna have both been nearly nose to nose with this new kitten, and have not growled, lashed out with claws, or acted hostile. No ears flattening. No tail swishing heavily. And yet, anything could happen. Adam presents the possibility that Jupiter might try to hurt or kill the kitten, even Luna might. And this sends me into a panic. It's not even been half a day, and I feel this. Yes, I am a cat mother.
We also know that worse came to worse, we could take the kitten back to Kathy. We don't want that to happen, of course. The fact that there was no hostility from the established cats -- even though Adam completely bypassed the general rules of introducing cats -- is a very good sign. Adam says that if we put the kitten alone in the side room, it might turn out like Penny's situation. I'm not certain about that, but it's done now. The cats have met each other. The only active sign of aggression was hissing. A few times, both Jupiter and Luna bapped the kitten lightly on the head, during play time with the laser pointer. Once, Luna raised her paw as if to poke at the kitten, while we were all in the kitchen. They have both watched the kitten sleep from their perches on the cat tree, kitty condo, and couch arm. They haven't stopped asking for love from the humans, they seem just fine. Aside from that, our cats have technically not been very interested in the kitten.
That's not why I am anxious. We don't know what will happen on Monday, when Adam and I go off to work and don't come home until the evening. Adam wants to keep all the rooms open, allowing the kitten to explore everywhere. This will also mean that Luna and Jupiter will have access to the kitten if they want -- if they want. The kitten may just find a comfy spot on a couch or bed, and curl up for twelve hours. She will know where food and litter is.
But I won't be there. I won't be able to see what happens. That's why I'm scared.
Tomorrow, all this could change. Tomorrow, something might happen that might force us to return the kitten. Or, either Luna or Jupiter might decide that the kitten is fine to have, maybe even become protective of the kitten, and we can sleep easy knowing that the kitten will be safe. I don't know. I don't know.
I hate knowing.
People have asked me what the ultimate basis for my anxiety disorder comes from. No surprise. It's the unknown. That's it. It's being unable to know what might happen. This may be one of the most common reasons for anxiety, but that doesn't make it less scary.
I just took some Inositol capsules. Once that B vitamin hits my bloodstream, I will calm down, mellow out, become more serene. And it will be okay.
The kitten is sleeping on the couch. Luna and Jupiter are upstairs. When Adam and I go to bed, we will take the kitten to bed with us, after making sure she knows to go to the side room for food and litter.
And in the morning, we will see.
No matter what, we will make sure it will be okay.
Jupiter and Luna have both been nearly nose to nose with this new kitten, and have not growled, lashed out with claws, or acted hostile. No ears flattening. No tail swishing heavily. And yet, anything could happen. Adam presents the possibility that Jupiter might try to hurt or kill the kitten, even Luna might. And this sends me into a panic. It's not even been half a day, and I feel this. Yes, I am a cat mother.
We also know that worse came to worse, we could take the kitten back to Kathy. We don't want that to happen, of course. The fact that there was no hostility from the established cats -- even though Adam completely bypassed the general rules of introducing cats -- is a very good sign. Adam says that if we put the kitten alone in the side room, it might turn out like Penny's situation. I'm not certain about that, but it's done now. The cats have met each other. The only active sign of aggression was hissing. A few times, both Jupiter and Luna bapped the kitten lightly on the head, during play time with the laser pointer. Once, Luna raised her paw as if to poke at the kitten, while we were all in the kitchen. They have both watched the kitten sleep from their perches on the cat tree, kitty condo, and couch arm. They haven't stopped asking for love from the humans, they seem just fine. Aside from that, our cats have technically not been very interested in the kitten.
That's not why I am anxious. We don't know what will happen on Monday, when Adam and I go off to work and don't come home until the evening. Adam wants to keep all the rooms open, allowing the kitten to explore everywhere. This will also mean that Luna and Jupiter will have access to the kitten if they want -- if they want. The kitten may just find a comfy spot on a couch or bed, and curl up for twelve hours. She will know where food and litter is.
But I won't be there. I won't be able to see what happens. That's why I'm scared.
Tomorrow, all this could change. Tomorrow, something might happen that might force us to return the kitten. Or, either Luna or Jupiter might decide that the kitten is fine to have, maybe even become protective of the kitten, and we can sleep easy knowing that the kitten will be safe. I don't know. I don't know.
I hate knowing.
People have asked me what the ultimate basis for my anxiety disorder comes from. No surprise. It's the unknown. That's it. It's being unable to know what might happen. This may be one of the most common reasons for anxiety, but that doesn't make it less scary.
I just took some Inositol capsules. Once that B vitamin hits my bloodstream, I will calm down, mellow out, become more serene. And it will be okay.
The kitten is sleeping on the couch. Luna and Jupiter are upstairs. When Adam and I go to bed, we will take the kitten to bed with us, after making sure she knows to go to the side room for food and litter.
And in the morning, we will see.
No matter what, we will make sure it will be okay.
High Anxiety
Jun. 14th, 2008 10:26 pmI will admit, I am becoming oddly, irrationally anxious.
Jupiter and Luna have both been nearly nose to nose with this new kitten, and have not growled, lashed out with claws, or acted hostile. No ears flattening. No tail swishing heavily. And yet, anything could happen. Adam presents the possibility that Jupiter might try to hurt or kill the kitten, even Luna might. And this sends me into a panic. It's not even been half a day, and I feel this. Yes, I am a cat mother.
We also know that worse came to worse, we could take the kitten back to Kathy. We don't want that to happen, of course. The fact that there was no hostility from the established cats -- even though Adam completely bypassed the general rules of introducing cats -- is a very good sign. Adam says that if we put the kitten alone in the side room, it might turn out like Penny's situation. I'm not certain about that, but it's done now. The cats have met each other. The only active sign of aggression was hissing. A few times, both Jupiter and Luna bapped the kitten lightly on the head, during play time with the laser pointer. Once, Luna raised her paw as if to poke at the kitten, while we were all in the kitchen. They have both watched the kitten sleep from their perches on the cat tree, kitty condo, and couch arm. They haven't stopped asking for love from the humans, they seem just fine. Aside from that, our cats have technically not been very interested in the kitten.
That's not why I am anxious. We don't know what will happen on Monday, when Adam and I go off to work and don't come home until the evening. Adam wants to keep all the rooms open, allowing the kitten to explore everywhere. This will also mean that Luna and Jupiter will have access to the kitten if they want -- if they want. The kitten may just find a comfy spot on a couch or bed, and curl up for twelve hours. She will know where food and litter is.
But I won't be there. I won't be able to see what happens. That's why I'm scared.
Tomorrow, all this could change. Tomorrow, something might happen that might force us to return the kitten. Or, either Luna or Jupiter might decide that the kitten is fine to have, maybe even become protective of the kitten, and we can sleep easy knowing that the kitten will be safe. I don't know. I don't know.
I hate knowing.
People have asked me what the ultimate basis for my anxiety disorder comes from. No surprise. It's the unknown. That's it. It's being unable to know what might happen. This may be one of the most common reasons for anxiety, but that doesn't make it less scary.
I just took some Inositol capsules. Once that B vitamin hits my bloodstream, I will calm down, mellow out, become more serene. And it will be okay.
The kitten is sleeping on the couch. Luna and Jupiter are upstairs. When Adam and I go to bed, we will take the kitten to bed with us, after making sure she knows to go to the side room for food and litter.
And in the morning, we will see.
No matter what, we will make sure it will be okay.
Jupiter and Luna have both been nearly nose to nose with this new kitten, and have not growled, lashed out with claws, or acted hostile. No ears flattening. No tail swishing heavily. And yet, anything could happen. Adam presents the possibility that Jupiter might try to hurt or kill the kitten, even Luna might. And this sends me into a panic. It's not even been half a day, and I feel this. Yes, I am a cat mother.
We also know that worse came to worse, we could take the kitten back to Kathy. We don't want that to happen, of course. The fact that there was no hostility from the established cats -- even though Adam completely bypassed the general rules of introducing cats -- is a very good sign. Adam says that if we put the kitten alone in the side room, it might turn out like Penny's situation. I'm not certain about that, but it's done now. The cats have met each other. The only active sign of aggression was hissing. A few times, both Jupiter and Luna bapped the kitten lightly on the head, during play time with the laser pointer. Once, Luna raised her paw as if to poke at the kitten, while we were all in the kitchen. They have both watched the kitten sleep from their perches on the cat tree, kitty condo, and couch arm. They haven't stopped asking for love from the humans, they seem just fine. Aside from that, our cats have technically not been very interested in the kitten.
That's not why I am anxious. We don't know what will happen on Monday, when Adam and I go off to work and don't come home until the evening. Adam wants to keep all the rooms open, allowing the kitten to explore everywhere. This will also mean that Luna and Jupiter will have access to the kitten if they want -- if they want. The kitten may just find a comfy spot on a couch or bed, and curl up for twelve hours. She will know where food and litter is.
But I won't be there. I won't be able to see what happens. That's why I'm scared.
Tomorrow, all this could change. Tomorrow, something might happen that might force us to return the kitten. Or, either Luna or Jupiter might decide that the kitten is fine to have, maybe even become protective of the kitten, and we can sleep easy knowing that the kitten will be safe. I don't know. I don't know.
I hate knowing.
People have asked me what the ultimate basis for my anxiety disorder comes from. No surprise. It's the unknown. That's it. It's being unable to know what might happen. This may be one of the most common reasons for anxiety, but that doesn't make it less scary.
I just took some Inositol capsules. Once that B vitamin hits my bloodstream, I will calm down, mellow out, become more serene. And it will be okay.
The kitten is sleeping on the couch. Luna and Jupiter are upstairs. When Adam and I go to bed, we will take the kitten to bed with us, after making sure she knows to go to the side room for food and litter.
And in the morning, we will see.
No matter what, we will make sure it will be okay.
High Anxiety
Jun. 14th, 2008 10:26 pmI will admit, I am becoming oddly, irrationally anxious.
Jupiter and Luna have both been nearly nose to nose with this new kitten, and have not growled, lashed out with claws, or acted hostile. No ears flattening. No tail swishing heavily. And yet, anything could happen. Adam presents the possibility that Jupiter might try to hurt or kill the kitten, even Luna might. And this sends me into a panic. It's not even been half a day, and I feel this. Yes, I am a cat mother.
We also know that worse came to worse, we could take the kitten back to Kathy. We don't want that to happen, of course. The fact that there was no hostility from the established cats -- even though Adam completely bypassed the general rules of introducing cats -- is a very good sign. Adam says that if we put the kitten alone in the side room, it might turn out like Penny's situation. I'm not certain about that, but it's done now. The cats have met each other. The only active sign of aggression was hissing. A few times, both Jupiter and Luna bapped the kitten lightly on the head, during play time with the laser pointer. Once, Luna raised her paw as if to poke at the kitten, while we were all in the kitchen. They have both watched the kitten sleep from their perches on the cat tree, kitty condo, and couch arm. They haven't stopped asking for love from the humans, they seem just fine. Aside from that, our cats have technically not been very interested in the kitten.
That's not why I am anxious. We don't know what will happen on Monday, when Adam and I go off to work and don't come home until the evening. Adam wants to keep all the rooms open, allowing the kitten to explore everywhere. This will also mean that Luna and Jupiter will have access to the kitten if they want -- if they want. The kitten may just find a comfy spot on a couch or bed, and curl up for twelve hours. She will know where food and litter is.
But I won't be there. I won't be able to see what happens. That's why I'm scared.
Tomorrow, all this could change. Tomorrow, something might happen that might force us to return the kitten. Or, either Luna or Jupiter might decide that the kitten is fine to have, maybe even become protective of the kitten, and we can sleep easy knowing that the kitten will be safe. I don't know. I don't know.
I hate knowing.
People have asked me what the ultimate basis for my anxiety disorder comes from. No surprise. It's the unknown. That's it. It's being unable to know what might happen. This may be one of the most common reasons for anxiety, but that doesn't make it less scary.
I just took some Inositol capsules. Once that B vitamin hits my bloodstream, I will calm down, mellow out, become more serene. And it will be okay.
The kitten is sleeping on the couch. Luna and Jupiter are upstairs. When Adam and I go to bed, we will take the kitten to bed with us, after making sure she knows to go to the side room for food and litter.
And in the morning, we will see.
No matter what, we will make sure it will be okay.
Jupiter and Luna have both been nearly nose to nose with this new kitten, and have not growled, lashed out with claws, or acted hostile. No ears flattening. No tail swishing heavily. And yet, anything could happen. Adam presents the possibility that Jupiter might try to hurt or kill the kitten, even Luna might. And this sends me into a panic. It's not even been half a day, and I feel this. Yes, I am a cat mother.
We also know that worse came to worse, we could take the kitten back to Kathy. We don't want that to happen, of course. The fact that there was no hostility from the established cats -- even though Adam completely bypassed the general rules of introducing cats -- is a very good sign. Adam says that if we put the kitten alone in the side room, it might turn out like Penny's situation. I'm not certain about that, but it's done now. The cats have met each other. The only active sign of aggression was hissing. A few times, both Jupiter and Luna bapped the kitten lightly on the head, during play time with the laser pointer. Once, Luna raised her paw as if to poke at the kitten, while we were all in the kitchen. They have both watched the kitten sleep from their perches on the cat tree, kitty condo, and couch arm. They haven't stopped asking for love from the humans, they seem just fine. Aside from that, our cats have technically not been very interested in the kitten.
That's not why I am anxious. We don't know what will happen on Monday, when Adam and I go off to work and don't come home until the evening. Adam wants to keep all the rooms open, allowing the kitten to explore everywhere. This will also mean that Luna and Jupiter will have access to the kitten if they want -- if they want. The kitten may just find a comfy spot on a couch or bed, and curl up for twelve hours. She will know where food and litter is.
But I won't be there. I won't be able to see what happens. That's why I'm scared.
Tomorrow, all this could change. Tomorrow, something might happen that might force us to return the kitten. Or, either Luna or Jupiter might decide that the kitten is fine to have, maybe even become protective of the kitten, and we can sleep easy knowing that the kitten will be safe. I don't know. I don't know.
I hate knowing.
People have asked me what the ultimate basis for my anxiety disorder comes from. No surprise. It's the unknown. That's it. It's being unable to know what might happen. This may be one of the most common reasons for anxiety, but that doesn't make it less scary.
I just took some Inositol capsules. Once that B vitamin hits my bloodstream, I will calm down, mellow out, become more serene. And it will be okay.
The kitten is sleeping on the couch. Luna and Jupiter are upstairs. When Adam and I go to bed, we will take the kitten to bed with us, after making sure she knows to go to the side room for food and litter.
And in the morning, we will see.
No matter what, we will make sure it will be okay.