The first two weeks with Priscilla were interesting, to say the least. Priscilla is about three weeks younger than Rupert and Orion, but you wouldn't think that if you saw her when she first came out of her kitty kennel. She strolled out of her kennel like she owned the place and everyone else was intruding in her space. There was hissing and growling towards everyone, except the dogs, of course, she didn't care about them in the least.
Over the next week the growling is only on her part and it is down to a minimum. She allowed Rupert, Orion and Dexter to get close to her but not for very long. Orion, being the little jerk that he can be, likes to run through the house and tap her bum, thinking it's some great game. Hate to tell you little buddy, it's not. Priscilla gets REAL cranky when he pulls this stunt on her, retaliating with hiss and a high pitched growl. Orion so badly wants to make friends with her and as you can imagine, he keeps trying to get her to play and her attitude is essentially, drop dead you pervert. He is wearing her down though with his antics. After three weeks of "tap and run", she finally stopped the high pitched growling at him.
Rupert has been given the privilege of being her minion after she slapped him silly, right off the edge of the bathtub one night. I guess she got sick of his hissy fits and laid down the law. Priscilla allows Rupert to lay with her, groom her and if he is lucky, she even grooms him for a bit. At first, Rupert was fearful when she would lay with him, I could see it in his eyes. He was frozen with sheer terror, paralyzed, unable to run away from the biotch that had taken over the house. Alas, he started to understand that her acceptance was a good thing.
Orion on the other hand, is another story.....
There is a coveted box on the kitty castle that she had been hogging for the four weeks since she got here. I think Orion and Rupert were a little disgruntled that this new girl had been hogging such a prime piece of real estate. Orion climbed into it one day and stayed there for about three hours. During this time, Priscilla hovered around it like a vulture waiting for it's meal to die. However, Orion ignored her; I am convinced he did this on purpose, just to piss her off. Priscilla, figured she could bully her way in and approached the entrance emitting a growl. Nothing. A snort, then another growl, still nothing. To my surprise and horror, she went in. I was expecting a spat for sure - can't say that I was expecting fur to fly because they don't have any, but I thought something would come flying out of the box and I was pretty sure it was going to be Orion.....but nothing other than a low growl. I peeked inside the box and saw Orion in one corner and Priscilla in the other, with the most disgusted look I have even seen on a cat and still growling.
Needless to say, Orion's eyes were closed and he was completely oblivious to her verbal and non-verbal death threats to get out of her sanctuary. I was even further surprised that the growling stopped after a few minutes and they stayed in the box together for about an hour. Now if we can only have all cats laying together in peace.
Rupert has been given the privilege of being her minion after she slapped him silly, right off the edge of the bathtub one night. I guess she got sick of his hissy fits and laid down the law. Priscilla allows Rupert to lay with her, groom her and if he is lucky, she even grooms him for a bit. At first, Rupert was fearful when she would lay with him, I could see it in his eyes. He was frozen with sheer terror, paralyzed, unable to run away from the biotch that had taken over the house. Alas, he started to understand that her acceptance was a good thing.
Orion on the other hand, is another story.....
There is a coveted box on the kitty castle that she had been hogging for the four weeks since she got here. I think Orion and Rupert were a little disgruntled that this new girl had been hogging such a prime piece of real estate. Orion climbed into it one day and stayed there for about three hours. During this time, Priscilla hovered around it like a vulture waiting for it's meal to die. However, Orion ignored her; I am convinced he did this on purpose, just to piss her off. Priscilla, figured she could bully her way in and approached the entrance emitting a growl. Nothing. A snort, then another growl, still nothing. To my surprise and horror, she went in. I was expecting a spat for sure - can't say that I was expecting fur to fly because they don't have any, but I thought something would come flying out of the box and I was pretty sure it was going to be Orion.....but nothing other than a low growl. I peeked inside the box and saw Orion in one corner and Priscilla in the other, with the most disgusted look I have even seen on a cat and still growling.
Needless to say, Orion's eyes were closed and he was completely oblivious to her verbal and non-verbal death threats to get out of her sanctuary. I was even further surprised that the growling stopped after a few minutes and they stayed in the box together for about an hour. Now if we can only have all cats laying together in peace.
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