Well, there has been a rather sudden transformation of Gracie Mae. Initially she kind of regressed after I picked her up yesterday.
I put the cat crate, though one she’d never been inside, under a table in the bedroom yesterday afternoon. Added a small blanket inside it for comfort. And I think she stayed in there much of yesterday in that dark corner.
And I went about my business. Just left things alone. I noticed later she’d used her litter box, which I had moved close to the table with the crate. Her food, water and toys weren’t far away.
Then last night she suddenly came out and instead of clinging to walls, she was walking down the middle of the rooms. And Ivy started hissing.
The tables had turned. Instead of Ivy following her around at a distance, Gracie started following Ivy around.
I sat on my bed last night and watched Gracie suddenly stop in the living room and begin to chase her tail. Then she would reverse and go the other way. That was the first really lighthearted moment I’d witnessed.
Ivy suddenly became a fire-breathing dragon and made all kinds of weird cat noises. Gracie followed her around but seemed to know when to back off.
During the night Gracie jumped up on the bed. I’d lifted her up there once and she didn’t like that much. But suddenly she was jumping up there every little bit throughout the night.
I’d sleepily pet her and she’d rub herself against me. And she purred. Music to my ears.
I didn’t get much sleep because I’d wake up to Gracie walking over me like I was some kind of road she was traveling. Up and down she went walking over my body, her little body light as a feather.
Occasionally Ivy would enter the room in hissing mode. I don’t know what to expect out of Ivy in the days to come, but she’s not a happy camper. Hopefully she will adjust.
This morning I fed them in separate rooms. Everything of theirs is separate. Ivy ate in the dining room; Gracie ate in the bedroom.
I give Ivy lots of love and attention. Try to keep our routine normal.
Now Gracie seems to have disappeared somewhere in here. I don’t see her in the crate. She’s probably taking a nap in some little hidey-hole she’d found after being such a busy girl all night.
Ivy is back up on the cupboard, back in her high place looking out the window. But she’s keeping her eye out for Gracie, I can tell. At times Ivy comes to me to pet her. Ivy has always had lots of love.
The kitten hasn’t been out for about an hour and I’m sure Ivy’s enjoying that.
Strange how Gracie isn’t doing the hissing and growling anymore. But Ivy is. They’ve kind of traded places.
I wanted to completely separate them into different rooms, but that’s kind of hard in this apartment.
Ivy’s litter box has been in one of my walk-in closets in my bedroom since I adopted her. It’s on top of a trunk so I can get to it easier. It’s never been moved and I’m reluctant to move it and make those kinds of changes.
Otherwise I could separate them for a bit. But I don’t think Ivy would react well to having her things moved, so things are staying the same. At least for now.
One step, one hour, at a time.
If you’d told me that Gracie would be all over me snuggling yesterday morning, I’d have scoffed. I don’t know what changed. But she went from acting terrified of me to wanting to rub herself against me and lick me.
Hopefully soon I’ll get to take photos of her. But right now I’m too busy trying to keep the peace and she doesn’t stay in one place long. You know how kittens are; busy, busy, busy.
Cats are the strangest creatures.
Does anyone have any experience with Feliway, which I’ve read about? Someone commented about it.