As you may have read a few posts ago, my cat Earl was having some adjustment issues since I came home with the Geej. When we left for out little week-long roadtrip, Earl had just barely started to come around a bit--hiding less, letting the Geej see him more (much to her delight). But I feared when we returned, he'd be like, "Hell! She's still got that weird, noisy little thing with her. Damn!" and we'd be back to square one. But no.
We got home late Saturday afternoon, and he was a bit standoff-ish. But Sunday morning, as I was giving her a bottle, he jumped up on the arm of the couch and licked the Geej right on her head. Then he moved on to the couch and started bunking her feet with his big ol' head, purring like mad. It was so fucking cute. The Geej was too sleepy to notice or else I think she would've shot straight out of her pj's with joy.
Today, we had about 5 minutes of peaceful coexistance. Earl was lounging in the sunroom among about 100 baby toys strewn around the floor. The Geej was playing nearby, happily cooing. All was right with the world. But then Earl moved his tail, Geej noticed he was close by, and she started out after him in a move I call turbocrawl--she goes FAST grunting the whole time, as if making noise somehow makes her go faster. Earl was out of there like lightning. But it's definitely a start.
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