We are not making much progress with Beans. At feeding time she will come close enough to briefly rub her head against my hand, but won't really let me pet her, and forget about picking her up. She won't have much of anything to do with Mayra. I think the description I was fed about how she had lived in a house with other cats and children was a big load of hooey, but she's under my bed now.
Last night she decided to be nocturnal jungle kitty.
Mayra told me a day or so ago, that when she was looking under the bed at Beans the cat was meowing at her, and talking to her, and telling her that someone at her old house was mean to her...
I wonder how far off she was.
As for Mrs Pettibone. Sigh. She seems healthy, and I suppose her propensity for getting into nearly everything is "normal" cat curiousity. This morning she was playing with a gift bag while I was getting Mayra ready for school. We were in the powder room when I heard a racket, and the gift bag was tearing. Mrs P was quite lively and rolling around, but then she started tearing about the place, knocking things off tables and splattering her water dish all over the floor. She had something stuck on herself but when I reached down to try and see what it was, she sunk her teeth into my hand hard enough that she could hang on while I backed away howling in pain. Turns out she had the handle of the gift bag around her mid section, but she was so crazed, I couldn't get it off of her. Dad is going back with me shortly (with welding leathers and gloves) I'm hoping she either got out of it on her own, or will be tired out enough for us to hold her still and snip it away with scissors. I'm not sure what I will do if she is still in a crazed state.
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