After putting down both of our old, wonderful cats in the last 13 months, we have young blood in the house again. Meet Alley Cat and Gemma! They haven't met each other yet (at least not face to face), as Gemma just came today and is sequestered in my bedroom. But I assure you, she truly IS a gem that we won't be hiding forever!
Alley Cat entered our lives in March and probably feels a little territorial by now. The advice we got from Rescue Mom was to keep them separated up to 2 weeks so they can be more gently introduced though scents, sound, sixth sense, and the tiiiiiiiny slot under the door. It seems to be working so far -- no one is mad or shredded!
Both were strays fostered by rescue groups, and about a year old. And both are full of spunk and in need of a good jousting! My plan is for them to be playing together by the end of the week... and for many many years. But for now their curiosity builds behind closed doors.
Alley came to us as Batilda, not fitting at all for a girl of her beauty. As a play on words, I actually intended to say she went from alley cat to Aliy Cat (in honor of the female Iditarod musher Aliy Zirkle who inspires me so much). But she's such a little hellion in her kittenhood, I need to wait to change the spelling! Gemma seems a fitting name so far, but we'll see as she shows us who she really is.
Anyway, here are my girls. Alley Cat is the cream tabby, and Gemma is the pastel calico. Wish us luck in bonding the family!
Alley Cat entered our lives in March and probably feels a little territorial by now. The advice we got from Rescue Mom was to keep them separated up to 2 weeks so they can be more gently introduced though scents, sound, sixth sense, and the tiiiiiiiny slot under the door. It seems to be working so far -- no one is mad or shredded!
Both were strays fostered by rescue groups, and about a year old. And both are full of spunk and in need of a good jousting! My plan is for them to be playing together by the end of the week... and for many many years. But for now their curiosity builds behind closed doors.
Alley came to us as Batilda, not fitting at all for a girl of her beauty. As a play on words, I actually intended to say she went from alley cat to Aliy Cat (in honor of the female Iditarod musher Aliy Zirkle who inspires me so much). But she's such a little hellion in her kittenhood, I need to wait to change the spelling! Gemma seems a fitting name so far, but we'll see as she shows us who she really is.
Anyway, here are my girls. Alley Cat is the cream tabby, and Gemma is the pastel calico. Wish us luck in bonding the family!
I love your kitties.
