My god, I'm beat. Lily has been quite a handful, but ever adorable.
She is now officially accepted by the colony, which was proven by Prinny's washing. There is elaborate washing and submissive behavior going on, so that's all good. There's also ass to ass positions with the Falkie (Falk didn't wanna see her so he laid with his ass towards her, and she followed his example). There's plenty of sharing of the couch. Meanwhile her new owners are in Hawai, enjoying the good life.

Her mreowing is still present, but less. She no longers sleeps in the bathroom, as it is now safe for her to be with the other cats. She sleeps in between us, but is also able to sleep outside her bedroom, as long as she has the other cats. The mreowing fest has stopped. The only thing she is still very annoying about is food that isn't for her, which brings me to the more sad news.

Arwen isn't well. Last Friday, she already looked a bit iffy, but since her Feline Influenza often bothers her a bit when changes occur and stresslevels rise (new kitten, anyone?), I didn't think much of it. However, she got more apathic on Saturday and started to spread a foul smell. She was also clearly feverish. I called the vet, but he reassured me that it wasn't a problem to wait till Monday.

So come Monday, she hasn't eaten nor had a drink for two days at least (which I know isn't good). However, a shot of antibiotics and some IV-fluids got her feeling better and dropped her fever immediately. I came home and gave her some canned food, as she had difficulty eating (she has lesions in her mouth!). And that is where Lily just became a pain in the ASS!!! I actually had to forcefully make the matter clear to her before she dropped her attempts to at least managable (you know, you can actually sit down for five minutes instead of being a guarddog right next to Arwen). She loudly complained about her fate though.

Poor Arwen. I got out from my encounter with Lilith, when I walked up to Arwen, and the other kittens. They all sniffed Lilith on me. At first, Arwen was ok, she was sniffing and being confused.

It was however when I tried picking her up that she got scared. She started grouching and hissing at me. She jumped away, but I stopped her. She freaked. I eventually let her go and tried to win her over again with a toy. She relaxed again, but was still hissing at me.

And then the ambiguity started. She started rolling on the floor, a sign that she wants to be cuddled and petted, giving me her belly to cuddle, while silently protest meowing at me, which then turned in to a surpressed hiss. She was like...I know you, I want to reassure myself that you are good, but that smell!!! I took her with me to the couch and cuddled her, but she was hissing all over. I eventually let her go, after I noticed she was more aggrevated than scared.

It was the whole 'Fey-Fey' debacle all over (for those who were here a year ago, remember the moment I took the basket Faith had been brought in with out of the bathroom and Arwen was sitting on the scratching post, and wanted to cuddle to then hiss, run away and come back to run away again, coz of Fey's smell?).

I eventually left her alone, and she did come back to cuddle some furniture (to reassure herself and spread her scent) near me, but she hasn't come back to cuddle herself yet. Right now she is sitting in the window behind me, and she seems to have forgotten the ordeal. I'm gonna go found out now if she's still upset ;)

Don't worry, this time it's really only temporary *grin*

Yesterday, my friends dropped off their newest kitten. Yes, they dropped it off here, because they are getting married in two weeks and are leaving for two weeks on honeymoon in Hawaï. To minimize the amount of stress (they are also not always home, and I am these days), they decided to drop it off here.

I figured, one more or one less..it's not gonna show :) Clearly, I was wrong *grin*. Yesterday they dropped it off, and it is 10 weeks by now, so it was scared. Lilith crawled away (normally kittens warm up very quickly to a new place) for quite a few hours.

During the night, I heard a ton of mewing at one moment. I waited till she was done, to check up on her, and see if she was maybe in trouble (I waited to avoid teaching her that meowing gets her attention). She was fine, just lonely, homesick and missing her mom.

The next morning, we woke up to more meowing. You see, Lilith is a cross with an Eastern Shorthair. And all eastern cats are a little bit more vocal than western ones are. I waited, and waited, and waited for her to stop. Unfortunately, my own kittens were completely intrigued by the lungs of this thing on the other side of the door, screaming through the house. And therefore, Lilith kept going. She noticed the movement behind the door. My boyfriend got up and fed my own kittens. Arwen stayed with the door till she heard the lid of the kittenfoodjar, and then even she left the crying baby for what it was. I'd also noticed that my moving the bedsheets made her listen for me and stop meowing, only to start again when she didn get a 'reaction'.