Cat politics

I'm temporarily watching my friend's half=grown white kitten. Kit has proved to be quite the small demonchild and is constantly poking her two placid, older cats in the hopes of getting some fun out of them, so Persia was running out of ideas. Since my Dexter is still a young 'un, and Gracie is older but still playful (and wields quite the heavy paw for smackdowns), I said I'd keep Kit for a bit and see what happens - possibly keeping her, or possibly looking for a home for her. Persia never really planned for Kit in the first place - her irresponsible older brother and sister-in-law blissfully allowed their cat to wander outside without bothering to get her spayed, and Kit was the only one of the three resulting kittens to survive. Persia, duely horrified, absconded with momma cat and Kit, and only returned momma after she was spayed. She kept Kit, who is now spayed as well, but her two other cats are really not pleased with this little wild interloper.

Meanwhile, my two are in their usual "new cat" indignant mode. Grace is not just hissing at Kit, but at Dexter as well, just because she's pissed off. Kit is hissing back, after spending most of yesterday sleeping in the sink where nobody bothered her. Things are starting to settle down, and I'm using lots of treats and catnip and a new scratching post to make everybody happy, because I will be damned if I have to deal with another cat-piss-on-the-bed incident. Once is enough, thankyouverymuch.

This is my Gracie-cat, who was found outside a KFC where she had been dumpsterdiving. She was curled up outside the door when my husband saw her, and purred blissfully at him when he picked her up and tucked her into his jacket, like she had been wondering what had taken us so long. Nobody in the neighborhood claimed her, flyers went unresponded to, and we gained ourself a new cat.