New kitty on the block

After a warm meal of diluted milk with a spot of honey, little lost kitty received a nice rub-down with cotton wool soaked in Frontline spray and a clean cloth to get as much grease off as possible. I could tell she didn’t like the smell of the flea medicine, nor the feel of being wet, but she took it like a sport. Amu and I spent all day checking up on her and watching as she ran around and explored, dying fleas hopping off one by one. That night she spent outside, but safe and away from cold draughts in a big empty litter bag. The maternal instinct had already kicked in as Amu and I worried about the little kitty all night. Needless to say, we had already asked the chowkidar to keep an eye out for a motherly looking cat with babies. He said this one seemed most likely to have wandered into the parking lot from somewhere outside, though there have been a few cat births on the roof in the past.

The next day, and not without a little trepidation, we let Fuzzy (the resident cat) meet the newcomer. We stood alert, and though Fuzzy wasn’t as relaxed around her as we would have liked, nothing untoward happened. I began to get visions of a multiple cat household.

Fuzzy follows kitty
kitty marches up to Fuzzy unafraid
Fuzzy backs away

DSC_0343 DSC_0345 DSC_0349 DSC_0350 DSC_0351 DSC_0355 DSC_0357 DSC_0358 DSC_0359 That afternoon, I gave the little kitty a much needed warm bath with shampoo, as I had noticed that she was quite smelly. I kept it quick so she wouldn’t catch a cold, drying her off with a soft towel and finishing up with a gentle blow-dry. Now she was fit to not only stay inside the house, but to curl up in what was to be her favoured perch for the next few weeks….our neck and shoulders. DSC_0364 DSC_0367DSC_0372 Fuzzy was most certainly not sure what to make of this development and stayed close, keeping a beady eye trained on the new entrant. I read up on how to introduce resident cats to new kittens and everything pointed to keeping the two separate initially and only slowly allowing them to interact. Separate litters, separate bowls for food and water, separate rooms. I rubbed kitty with a piece of cloth, then rubbed Fuzzy with it too, allowing their scents to intermingle. They could see each other through a glass door, but no touching for a few days. Then I let the door stay open a crack and the two cats played ‘pawsie’. But though I was optimistic about the two getting along eventually, I couldn’t possibly have been prepared for what happened in the following days and weeks. (to be continued) ย  ย 


  1. satsumaart says:

    I’m on the edge of my seat!!!

    1. Munira says:

      Hahah, don’t mean to create such drama Lisa, but really, it has been a terribly dramatic two months and I’m only able to present it in bite-size chunks! So much craziness. More soon xx

  2. Heather says:

    Glad I was away from the computer for a few days – now I don’t have to wait for the next installment ๐Ÿ™‚
    LOVE the photos of the little one on your shoulders! You guys are all adorable. PS – Petey says he’d like a kitten who will play with him. The cats say all sorts of unpublishable things to that.

    1. Munira says:

      I’m glad I’m bitten by the blogging bug again ๐Ÿ™‚ You have a lot more installments coming your way, so be warned. This story is far from over! And what Petey said made me smile so hard ๐Ÿ˜€

      1. Heather says:

        I’m glad you’ve been bitten too! Love hearing from you ๐Ÿ™‚

  3. That is the saddest face….

    1. Munira says:

      Hahaha yes!! The saddest, most pathetically heart-melting little face. Made me want to make her happy forever and ever ๐Ÿ™‚

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