When you first brought your cat home

what did s/he do?

(Inspired by Tak in the Lapnox thread)

Kumani and Tyche didn't do much because they were three week old bits.
Pipped and squee'd mostly, drank milk out of a bottle, slept in a box,
tried to walk by churning their little legs. Imprinted on Dylan as
their natural mother.

Smokey was just bewildered at going from living in the forest in the
morning to being a high rise apartment boy by evening. He was a little
low and shy, but very curious, and confused. He'd stare at the
ceiling, double-take. Sniff and paw at the rug. Tried to jump through
the window onto the balcony, hit his head. Tried to stalk the images
on TV, get confused when he couldn't pounce them from behind. Cried to
get into the garbage pail, couldn't believe the dishes of catfood were
okay for him to eat. AND we had company over and he was lovebugging on
everyone for reassurance.

Nocturne disappeared under the bed for a day and a half to evaluate if
we were worthy of her presence. Dylan was rather upset by the diss and
spent most of that first evening watching her under the bed. She would
purr, but she wouldn't come out. Not until her judgement was complete
(Helluva thing to put a first-time catslave through!)

--Fil

Enfilade wrote:
what did s/he do?

(Inspired by Tak in the Lapnox thread)

Speedy Joe hid under the bed- it didn't help that we had only just
moved in, the bed was still in the living room and we had a few friends
over that night! I think he came out after a day or so

Fugazi and Isis came in, sniffed round and settled down in the pot
plants to sleep. We very nearly called them Bill and Ben. They made
themselves right at home in seconds

Redunzel came out of the box after about 5 minutes and started to
explore the flat but was shy of coming near us. Sarrasine remained in
the box for a while longer then slowly her head came out and her
delicate nose triangulated the location of food, she then proceeded to
devour two pouches and half a tin of kitten food before returning to
the carrier, burping to herself and went straight to sleep. Both of
them were shy of us for a few days but they came round

Lesley

Slave of the Fabulous Furballs

"Enfilade" wrote in message
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what did s/he do?

(Inspired by Tak in the Lapnox thread)

Kumani and Tyche didn't do much because they were three week old bits.
Pipped and squee'd mostly, drank milk out of a bottle, slept in a box,
tried to walk by churning their little legs. Imprinted on Dylan as
their natural mother.

Smokey was just bewildered at going from living in the forest in the
morning to being a high rise apartment boy by evening. He was a little
low and shy, but very curious, and confused. He'd stare at the
ceiling, double-take. Sniff and paw at the rug. Tried to jump through
the window onto the balcony, hit his head. Tried to stalk the images
on TV, get confused when he couldn't pounce them from behind. Cried to
get into the garbage pail, couldn't believe the dishes of catfood were
okay for him to eat. AND we had company over and he was lovebugging on
everyone for reassurance.

Nocturne disappeared under the bed for a day and a half to evaluate if
we were worthy of her presence. Dylan was rather upset by the diss and
spent most of that first evening watching her under the bed. She would
purr, but she wouldn't come out. Not until her judgement was complete
(Helluva thing to put a first-time catslave through!)

--Fil

We always put a newcomer in a room alone with the necessities and a closed
door for the first 24 hours. After that it depends on how eager they are to
come out. We will go in a sit and let them come to us.

That way everyone gets used to each others smells and sounds.

Jo

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Minke watched Nanki Poo using the catflap and then just went out after
him.

That was the very last and final time he ever showed any sign of
having brains.

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Enfilade wrote:
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When Frank's first meowmie brought him to me (yes, I had him delivered
;o)), he was a long-legged teenager with perky ears and shivering
whiskers. He showed no fear, he just started checking out everything
immediately. He was remarkably gentle and didn't push over any of the
numerous ornaments I had around my flat at that time.

When I brought home Nikki, she was a little black ball of fluff, only 8
weeks old. She didn't show any fear, either. On the contrary, she
started jumping sideways at Frank with her back arched and tiny tail
floofed up. Frank just sat there looking confused at this little tiny
thing that was trying to challenge him. In the evening, when Frank and I
had retired to bed, Nikki decided she wanted to be where everybody else
was. At first, she came up to my face and licked my shoulder and my neck
very earnestly. I'm sure I was superclean after that. Then she went down
to my feet, where Frank was sleeping, and started licking his exposed
tummy. Guess what she found there? A teat! Her purrs doubled in force as
she started to suckle. Frank looked at me with a very confused look on
his face, then he settled down to wash his new baby. They never looked
back after that. They were best friends for the rest of their lives
together.

When I brought home Miranda, Nikki was there when we opened the door to
the carrier, and she of course hissed at the poor baby. Nikki always
hated all other cats except Frank. Well, she scared Miranda into
thinking all black-and-white cats are holy errors, so when Frank came
over in his friendly fashion and tried to make friends, Mir hissed at
*him*. The hissing continued for a few weeks, but then calmed down.
Miranda would usually stay close to me as her protector against the
black-and-white monsters, and the first few days I shut her into the
bathroom every time I had to go out. Gradually the hissing stopped, and
I think Nikki and Miranda were becoming fast friends when Nikki suddenly
had her fit and then had to be PTS. Frank and Miranda got along OK after
that.

When Caliban was brought to me (yes, another home-delivery cat), Miranda
did what she'd learned from Nikki that cats do when meeting new cats -
she hissed at him. Frank was his usual friendly self. Mir kept hissing
for about a week. Caliban was completely unfazed and went about his
business - playing hard, eating hard and sleeping hard. He didn't show
any fear, either, when he was first let out of the carrier. He seemed
right at home. I suppose I've been lucky to have such brave cats.

--
Marina, Miranda and Caliban. In loving memory of Frank and Nikki.
Stories and pics at http://koti.welho.com/mkurten/
Pics at http://uk.pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/frankiennikki/
and http://community.webshots.com/user/frankiennikki

The night I brought my two little 8-week-old Russian Blue wannabes
home, almost 17 years ago now, I played with them until bedtime. I
didn't have the heart to shut them up anywhere else for the night, so I
brought them, their food and their litter box up my bedroom and shut
all of us in there for the night.

What a night! Those kittens bounced around the room for hours! I had
an important business meeting the next day and was desperate to get
some sleep. I was afraid I had made a terrible mistake bringing these
little creatures home to live with me. Somehow, though, I finally fell
asleep.

The next morning, when my alarm woke me up, I roused up to look for the
kittens. They were in a little heap at the foot of the bed, sound
asleep. I reached over to pet them and they started to purr. At that
moment, we bonded. And now that they're getting old and sick, I look
back very fondly on that first crazy night.

McZ19, slave to Bonnie and Cindy

"Enfilade" wrote:
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Smokey and Sweetpea were delivered at our house (from my sister) when they were
about 7 weeks old. They adapted quite well. They inspected thier new
foreverhome somewhat before they were engaged in typical kitten shenanigans.
Dennis had made them a play house that they absolutely loved to play in/on.
That night they both climbed up on the bed and kept us awake for a few hours
with thier wrestling before they both settled down for the rest of the night.

Tippy came to us at 6 weeks old when Smokey and Sweetpea were 2 years old. I
saw an ad in the local penny saver and brought him home. He was totally flea
infested when I brought him home. I bathed him and picked all the fleas off
him. We put him down and Smokey and Sweetpea had to investigate this intruder.
They hissed and growled at him for a bit and Tippy did the same, He was a
spunky little guy and was not going to let them bully him. He also adjusted to
his new foreverhome quickly. Smokey and Tippy became buddies.

Teddy came to us last August. She was about 6 weeks old, Smokey and Sweetpea
were 4 years old and Tippy 2. She was one of the kittens of his late brothers
cat. She had lived her entire life outside and in the garage. I gave her a bath
and set up a large box with food, water and a small litter box. She was quite
nervous. We put her on the floor to explore and let her meet the other cats,
they were not at all impressed. That evening we put her in the box and Tippy
would go over, look in the box and then throw up. He did that several times
that evening. We shut her in the music room for the night with food, water and
litter box. We kept her in there during the day when we were at work and at
night. After 4-5 days she seemed pretty well adjusted to her new surroundings
and the other cats had gotten used to her so we let her have free roam of the
house all the time. Tippy and her developed a bond and have become best
friends. Smokey and Sweetpea just tolerate her.









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Doc immediately jumped out of the carrier and started surveying. At that
time, I was in a heavily mouse-infested apartment, and he must have
thought he'd died and gone to heaven. For the first few weeks, I'd hear
him all night long, running up and down the apartment, hunting. He must
have eaten two or three mice a night, and never brought me anything until
he'd been there about three weeks. Even then, it was only half a mousy
trophy, not the whole thing.

Then we moved into a nice, clean apartment and he was bored and lonesome,
so he started hunting me. We had some difficult times until I found out
that he just needed a cat of his own, so I got him Pi.

Doc was most interested in the carrier that held Pi, and waited patiently
for me to open it up. When I did, Pi came out, hissed once at Doc, then
ignored him and started to explore. Doc, that mighty hunter, meekly
followed Pi around while Pi was exploring.

They're not best buds or anything, but they do occasionally groom each
other and when it's cold they snuggle up to sleep. I wish it were more,
but it's enough.

Chak

--
The triumph can't be had without the struggle.
--Wilma Rudolph

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"Enfilade" wrote in
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what did s/he do?


Doc immediately jumped out of the carrier and started surveying. At that
time, I was in a heavily mouse-infested apartment, and he must have
thought he'd died and gone to heaven. For the first few weeks, I'd hear
him all night long, running up and down the apartment, hunting. He must
have eaten two or three mice a night, and never brought me anything until
he'd been there about three weeks. Even then, it was only half a mousy
trophy, not the whole thing.

Then we moved into a nice, clean apartment and he was bored and lonesome,
so he started hunting me. We had some difficult times until I found out
that he just needed a cat of his own, so I got him Pi.

Doc was most interested in the carrier that held Pi, and waited patiently
for me to open it up. When I did, Pi came out, hissed once at Doc, then
ignored him and started to explore. Doc, that mighty hunter, meekly
followed Pi around while Pi was exploring.

They're not best buds or anything, but they do occasionally groom each
other and when it's cold they snuggle up to sleep. I wish it were more,
but it's enough.

Hey, that's way more than I get with mine!

Stosh was at first madder than hell when we got him. His home environment had
been pretty abusive, and he beat the living snot out of this old carrier a
friend had given us. We were in Niagara Falls and I checked our messages, and
there was one from my friend asking us to come down NOW, before someone in
the house really hurt him. When we got him home and let him out, he stopped
roaring and started mewing like the kitten he was.

The others, we always sequestered a few days with gradual supervised visits
before full integration. Roxie hid. We had to give her drops for an ear
infection, so catching her was a challenge. For one who had been bullied in a
cat collector’s place, then in the shelter, she could move like nobody’s
business. Probably had to learn that PDQ so she could duck away from the
larger and stronger cats. Now she is a supreme climber, and can jump over 7
feet in the air; her strength is phenomenal. Odessa was also a hider, but
more vocal about her displeasure. She wanted the other cats. After being
returned to the shelter three times, she didn’t trust anything with two-legs,
especially men. She would come out and cuss the air blue just for fun, and
once she busted out when we came to sleep with her. It turned into a frantic,
three hour hunt, and we thought she’d gotten caught in a space inside the
wall. Turned out she was tucked in a ceiling beam, easily accessible, and
laughing at us. When we put her back in the little room, she threw a princess
fit, cussing and knocking stuff over.

Brandy alone was most nonchalant about coming to live with us. She was all
over me, kneading on the mammaries—somehow she must have known I’m of the
Mama gender, for she never did it with Louie. She settled right in, but not
before busting out of the little room and going off on a hoolikitten fit. She
wasn’t looking to hide, she wanted playtime, and had great fun making us run
all over three floors trying to catch her. Remarkable that a fat little baby
can run so fast! When she was finally let out for good, the first thing she
did was get into a wrestling match with Stosh, and they’ve been the closest
ones ever since.

Enfilade wrote:
what did s/he do?

(Inspired by Tak in the Lapnox thread)

Kumani and Tyche didn't do much because they were three week old bits.
Pipped and squee'd mostly, drank milk out of a bottle, slept in a box,
tried to walk by churning their little legs. Imprinted on Dylan as
their natural mother.

Smokey was just bewildered at going from living in the forest in the
morning to being a high rise apartment boy by evening. He was a little
low and shy, but very curious, and confused. He'd stare at the
ceiling, double-take. Sniff and paw at the rug. Tried to jump through
the window onto the balcony, hit his head. Tried to stalk the images
on TV, get confused when he couldn't pounce them from behind. Cried to
get into the garbage pail, couldn't believe the dishes of catfood were
okay for him to eat. AND we had company over and he was lovebugging on
everyone for reassurance.

Nocturne disappeared under the bed for a day and a half to evaluate if
we were worthy of her presence. Dylan was rather upset by the diss and
spent most of that first evening watching her under the bed. She would
purr, but she wouldn't come out. Not until her judgement was complete
(Helluva thing to put a first-time catslave through!)

--Fil

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