Backtrack to Monday night. Nik arrived home in Larnaca from Nicosia with both kitties in the back of his car.
|Keeping the cages covered with towels helps keep the cats calm.|
|A little miffed, but not too miffed to enjoy some sardines|
|Getting his bearings, "Is this Kansas?"|
|Cindy checking it out|
|Moonpie is back on his turf, one small step for cat; one giant leap for the colony|
PS Tuesday morning Jazzy came for breakfast looking fresher:
|Jazzy pitched for a breakfast of champions|
|Mmm, gourmet for my troubles|
|Nearby were Mandy and Morris who gladly shared in the open can of gourmet|
|Rufus, our oldest cat, a huge Maine Coon, watches the other cats eating his gourmet from inside a very dusty window.|
That afternoon at the park, Moonpie showed for his feeding right on schedule, which is a good sign, meaning he doesn't hate us. (Petey stayed away for days after her spaying.) He was on his best behavior.
Wednesday, however, he behaved atrociously. I think it may take a few days for his hormones to calm down.
Today, Thursday, he didn't show at all, which doesn't surprise me considering I had to chase him off rather gruffly yesterday after he attacked Tweeny repeatedly, and after he ran off Gunther, an intact young male, who we hadn't seen in a while.
|First time we've seen Gunther in weeks|