Two Kitties On The Bed

It has been a very long time since this has happened, but we have two kitties laying on our bed. And both are actually looking pretty relaxed.

Nutmeg spent Hamlet’s first 24 hours in the basement, in silent protest.

Then, she came back upstairs sporadically, and if he got too close, she’d smack him.

Last night I was very much missing her nighttime visits. Normally she comes and snuggles with us for at least 30 minutes when we are both settled in bed. Last night…nothing…except for her nighttime fetching.

Today, she’s been upstairs all day, and I’ve seen cats touching noses with no hissing.

Now, this…two cats settled in and looking sleepy.

The children have loved having Hamlet here. He’s playful and bouncy, and he’s spent a lot of time laying near Zoe on the couch or hiding under the couch, ready to play “monster” with anyone who walks by. Underneath the couch is now free of dust bunnies thanks to him.

Nutmeg has also been more playful than I’ve seen her in years. At Louisa’s house, poor Mr. Mew followed her around and begged her to play. She just looked at him.

Tonight, Hamlet hid under Yessa’s trundle and would reach out to swipe anyone who tapped at him. Nutmeg came up to see what was going on, and spent a few minutes swiping back at him, and then galloped off in the old manner. There’s life in the ole’ girl yet!

I think we are all still very aware that he’s a “kitty on loan,” and that his furever family is out there, waiting for him.

But I can easily see how being a foster family could lead to becoming “that family that has 20 cats.”