It seems hardly possible that our new cat has been here for just two months. She has become a wonderful member of our family.
Most notable to us is that she is so young. It seems so funny to say she is so young acting at 10 going on 11, but when your last one was over 20, ten is young. She loves to play with crumpled tissue paper, watch the birds, and hunt bugs.
She is social, not that our last cat wasn’t but when you are over 20 for a cat your favorite life chore is sleeping. Corabelle makes her rounds each day. She spends part of each morning following the sunbeam around the living room. When the sun finally moves from the south to the west window she heads to my office and to say “hi.” Once my desk has been fully inspected she heads to her favorite hidey hole until my husband gets home from work. Each evening she spends her evening sitting on laps while we read and stalking the bugs that are attracted by the lamps.
As important for her to find her place with us it was important for her to find her place with our rescue dog as well. He is a bit of a pill. I highly doubt she and Harley will ever be the same kind of friends that our first cat and dog, often sleeping together. They are both middle aged and it is looking up. Just the other day I found both the cat and the dog sleeping on the love seat at the same time.
Yep another rescue animal has settled in.
Our new cat observes the world.
Our new 11 year-old cat is adjusting to our house. We have allowed her time on whatever terms she chooses and most of the time it was sitting up high in a closet watching the world. We reminded ourselves she was deserving of time to adjust. Imagine if you were 40 years old and had lived in the same place since your childhood, then suddenly you went to prison, and when you were finally released you did not go home, but went to a foreign land. This is the human equivalent of what happened to our cat. She had spent half of her expected lifespan in one home, with one set of people. She had spent the last five months in a shelter, where the routine was likely very consistent, the noises likely very routine but nothing like living in a house. Now she was living again in a house with the sounds of appliances, toilets, showers, a dog, stairs, people, the howling wind, and so much more that we take as normal, but nothing like she remembered.
Now that the first week is gone and we are starting to ask more of her. We pick her up from her safe zone and take her with us upstairs, to the office(which is in the home); in general we take her with us where we go. Once you pull her out of her spot of observation and hold her she is full of purrs seeking attention. She is calm and cuddly. Sometimes she will sit in the living room with us for several hours and other times she only stays a few minutes. She has become less wary of our dog who seems to sense her feelings of not being sure of what is all going on. It is a slow process, but I try to imagine what my life would be like completely uprooted at this point. It would be hard.
What we have discovered with about her:
- She likes to sleep. Lots more than any of our prior cats. At least that is how we remember that.
- She eats very little. Not since our first two cats has that been the case.
- Declawed cats like the most sand like litter possible. (We had never had a declawed cat before)
- She loves to purr at the drop of a hat.
- She loves to look out the windows
- Despite what the owner claimed, that she lived with dogs and was ok with them. So far she is VERY wary of the dog.
- She likes human companionship but hasn’t figures how to do that comfortably.
- She isn’t clingy.
- She has confirmed that the ideas we have for a cat name work for her.
We really believe she was a great choice for us . Eleven is a great age for a cat. They know the score and know what they like. And we are pretty sure she likes us, but isn’t going to show us her cards until she is sure is staying.