Mom took a lot of pictures of me during my first play session with my Oh Boy! Cat Toy syringe. Here I was rolling it back and forth. Look! I'm a model. I think this is so cool. Not much happened today. Our house got invaded by a stranger who stayed for a long time and I didn't get much play time with Mom.
Karen Jo: That was my Mother's financial adviser and the man who wrote her trust. I signed lots and lots of papers and I think I am almost through with settling the estate.
What I like to eat is taking an interesting turn. Mom was eating Hawaiian chicken and rice and I wanted some. She offered me a little piece of chicken, but I refused it. Then she dropped some rice and I ate it. I really wanted to lick up the juice from her plate when she was finished eating, but she wouldn't let me.
Karen Jo: That juice was mostly apple juice and if there is anything you don't need, it's apple juice.
I really didn't want Mom to go to work today. I meowed and meowed at her when she was getting ready to leave. When she gave me my good-bye pat I tried to catch her hand to make her stay, but, unfortunately, I scratched her instead. She knew I didn't mean it and forgave me instantly, but she still left.
Karen Jo: I have to go get green papers to keep you in food. You are eating wonderfully well and I have to keep buying more food for you. You are getting just a tiny bit pudgy in the tummy and I love it.
I have a question. Due to my success with Herman, his foster Mom recommended me to a local shelter who is looking for people to foster FIV+ cats. All his life, Herman has been an only cat, except for the six months he spent in his foster home and there he was isolated from the other cats. He growled at any cat who stopped to sniff at his door. Have any of you had experience with introducing new cats into a home with a cat who has had very little contact with other cats?