4 month old tortie medium hair. Listed as shy and possessing cattitude. Returned for aggression, biting and scratching. She is loving and sweet and trills in joy when she sees me. I have no bites , scratches and have not seen the least bit of aggression except when she caught her reflection in the kitchen window last night. She uses the potty. Doesn't have a clue about scratching posts. Has already learned the word no. She has a tich of food aggression but we'll let that ride for the time being. Likely to go away on it's own. She tries to suckle on my neck. Bottle baby or weaned too soon. I must remove her and remain firm. She's on the floor now killing a spinning mouse checking to make sure I'm in eyesight.
Of course Mook is not happy. Snarling at me. the baby and the world and holed up in the closet. I have the gate on the bedroom. She can come in and go. Baby can't make it. The way the house is set up there isn't a good way to isolate the baby. Our second bedroom has been storage for years. Even when this baby jumps on me she is careful with her claws. I have no idea what the situation of her return was but I have yet to see even the smallest hint of aggression.
And Mook ventured out as soon as I took the gate off the bedroom door. I also sprayed catnip. She actually came and sat in the middle of the floor cramming her neck trying to look. Then hissed at me and ran under the kitchen table. Lucky I don't have a thin skin.
Husband came home Mook ran to him with the Daddy Daddy Daddy you won't believe what Mommy has in the house Ewwwwww. Throw it out. We done the pass off with her so I can now touch her again. She's midway. Hubs isn't going to touch the baby right now. Baby is in the crate and covered. I told hubs if he let Mook back in the bedroom ( he's a day sleeper) I would wag the evil wife finger. Tonight after baby play I'm putting the crate in the bedroom and sleeping on the sofa. So Mook now got within 4 feet of the evil crate from hell holding the demon monster. I got to go shopping this morning Baby crated and Mook able to observe and no one in danger of getting hurt. Even better I don't have to be bothered with all the nonsense. Part of me thinks it's way to soon after losing our Kitten. The rational part says the right one came along at the wrong time and you either go with it or live with more regret. Last night at 3AM I thought about boxing the baby up and taking her back. Now I have a Mook reclaiming her territory and a charming little fluffy tortie baby that sings to me.
All in all for the first 18 hours I think we're doing pretty good. Pictures to follow later.
Of course Mook is not happy. Snarling at me. the baby and the world and holed up in the closet. I have the gate on the bedroom. She can come in and go. Baby can't make it. The way the house is set up there isn't a good way to isolate the baby. Our second bedroom has been storage for years. Even when this baby jumps on me she is careful with her claws. I have no idea what the situation of her return was but I have yet to see even the smallest hint of aggression.
And Mook ventured out as soon as I took the gate off the bedroom door. I also sprayed catnip. She actually came and sat in the middle of the floor cramming her neck trying to look. Then hissed at me and ran under the kitchen table. Lucky I don't have a thin skin.
Husband came home Mook ran to him with the Daddy Daddy Daddy you won't believe what Mommy has in the house Ewwwwww. Throw it out. We done the pass off with her so I can now touch her again. She's midway. Hubs isn't going to touch the baby right now. Baby is in the crate and covered. I told hubs if he let Mook back in the bedroom ( he's a day sleeper) I would wag the evil wife finger. Tonight after baby play I'm putting the crate in the bedroom and sleeping on the sofa. So Mook now got within 4 feet of the evil crate from hell holding the demon monster. I got to go shopping this morning Baby crated and Mook able to observe and no one in danger of getting hurt. Even better I don't have to be bothered with all the nonsense. Part of me thinks it's way to soon after losing our Kitten. The rational part says the right one came along at the wrong time and you either go with it or live with more regret. Last night at 3AM I thought about boxing the baby up and taking her back. Now I have a Mook reclaiming her territory and a charming little fluffy tortie baby that sings to me.
All in all for the first 18 hours I think we're doing pretty good. Pictures to follow later.