Well William the *foster cat* has now been in my house since Thursday night, and the has been some progress. Most of you who know me can guess the first bit....yep, he's been adopted! By ME! (like we didn't see that one coming!) He has also established himself within the household. His Royal Feline Lordship Tiger (HRFL) was initially VERY grumpy and told me EXACTLY what he thought of the idea of a new cat, however, I also caught him washing William when he thought I wasn't looking! Robbie has been doing exactly as he has been told by Tiger, you know the routine.... "I've hissed at him, so you have to hiss too...., I've hit him with my paw, so you have to hit him with your paw too..." and poor old William just sat there with a complete look of bemusement on his face, wondering what the hell he had done!

He is the worlds biggest Lapfungus, he headbutts for a cuddle, and is desperate for affection, which he is getting from everyone, cats included, and he is the most laid back, chilled out, lardy lump that I have ever come across!

HRFL Tiger is very definitely *BWANA* (boss) and he seems to be making his presence felt. He turfed William off my bed last night and shouted at him in NO uncertain terms, because the poor guy had the audacity to try and snuggle up in Tigers spot - William very quickly learnt the error of his ways... but everything is going very well so far.

Copyright © Helen Miles
April 17, 2000