The fur is flying...

Got a call at work today letting me know that friends of a colleague of Eva's found an abandoned Maine Coon Cat in Mississauga this morning. Apparently this cat was found in an old tire by the side of the road. She must have been recently tossed out of a car, because she jumped right in to their car as if she figured 'hey! My ride home!'
Instead that ride took her to a Waterloo hair salon, where the staff and clientele promptly fell in love with her (and she with them). Eva went over at lunch to see her and make sure she was (a) flea and otherwise disease-free and (b) female. We have two formerly female cats already; introducing a male would have probably resulted in felinious assault.

We came to get it after work. Never have I met a cat so self-assured, particularly at five months, which is what we estimate this one to be. She purrs at the drop of a hat, so violently I thought she might come apart at the seams. In the car ahs was more curious than nervous...I simply cradled her a little and let her look around (and she purred all the way home).

Of course, there was an abrupt attitude adjustment when she was confronted with Streak and B.B. Neither of our current purrballs could be said to appreciate this invasion of their house. The new cat seemed to want to play; the old cats would have none of that!

As I write, there have been assorted teakettle hissings and melodious moanings and mewings from three angles. Already, though, there's been an improvement...in a three-level house there's lots of room for each of them and they've started to figure this out. Plus, the new one is litter-trained and I've already seen her use her box.

Give me a couple of days and hopefully I'll have a more harmonious household.