Martin

We have been leading up to the point where we bring another cat in the house, since we lost Willie a few months ago. There wasn't much of a plan, mostly because Husband and I could not agree on what that plan was.

We have Otis and Zelda outside. Both just appeared on our property and we provided food and water and shelter, and had them neutered. They have bonded and I didn't want to mess with that. I also did not want to bring them both inside. Mostly because Cyrus gets a bit crazed with outside critters, including killing several of our chickens and ducks.

Husband wanted to break the Kathy-imposed rule of 2 cats/2 dogs in the house—can be fewer, can't be more. But then he keeps showing me cute kitten pictures online.

So yesterday we visit our friend June the Goat Lady to discuss borrowing a goat buck for breeding purposes. She has several bucks for us to choose from, and far too many barn cats.

So in the spirit of friendship and good will toward all cats, Martin came home with us.

Cyrus barked at him in the big dog crate for a good hour or more. Not even 24 hours later, he is content to watch Martin (not in the crate) play with me. So far they will have only supervised interactions.

MonkeyCat is still assessing the situation and keeping his distance.