Where To Next?

Day 3 Last night went pretty well. There was a bit of growling at each other by the end though, so we decided to put Hillary back in the study for the night. At about 3am my husband was awoken by her meowing and scratching at the door so he let her out and both cats proceeded to take it in turns to knock stuff off his bedside table and paw him in the face, while I slept peacefully, oblivious. Today, I was outside hanging some washing and Puss dug his claws into the flywire because he wanted to come out, so I let him out with me. A few minutes later as I opened the door to come inside, Hillary shot past me because she had decided that she would also like to come out. I didn't even see her. I was intending to keep her inside for at least a few days, but she had other ideas.  I stayed out with them for a bit, Puss stayed on the deck watching Hillary as she explored the yard and climbed the fence. Next time I turned around, she had disappeared. She came back a few minutes ...

Introduction, Day 1 and Day 2 This is the tale of how I got my two cats to get along and become best friends. OR, how I led them to murder each other in a fiery battle, leaving me only with a bloody pile of fur scattered across my floor. TBC. First, I will introduce you to these fine felines. Socks Fatts McGee 'Puss' Just about to celebrate his 11th birthday Has lived in the same house his entire life, until a few weeks ago Has a bad reputation for attacking people when irritated (which I am not particularly sympathetic towards when people are warned not to touch him because he's in a bad mood but they touch him anyway. Talking to you Aunty Debbie.) Has been called an asshole, and many other insulting variants Hasn't had many animal roommates, except a dog for awhile, who only lived in the backyard so was easy to avoid Massive glutton, will literally take the food off your plate while you're eating. The positive side of this is that we can lur...