I thought bringing a second cat in the home would have many benefits.
I thought Tara-Habby was in need of a sister, another cat who could share in the tormenting of the two mini schnauzers, whom she deemed privileged to live with her.
I thought two cats are better than one.
I thought Tara-Habby and Winnie would be the best of friends, grooming each other, playing and getting stoned on catnip together.
My household is now a battle ground between two female cats, one who wants to play and the other bent on showing the other one who’s the boss.
Hissing, meowing, chasing, racing, climbing, catnip stonage used to refuel the hissing, meowing, chasing racing, climbing!
Why can’t they just get along?
They do. In their own way.
The hissing does not require my spray water bottle intervention.
The meowing does not require the use of my strong voice mode of ‘Stop It!’
The chasing, racing, climbing just requires my getting out of the way.
The catnip stonage…yeah…I admit to being their catnip dealer.
Tara-Habby and Winnie’s relationship is a work in progress and they may never be the BFF’s I’d hope them to be.
And that’s absolutely okay by me.