As soon as I opened the carrier, Paul, now called Maxwell, took off for a quick house tour. He returned a couple minutes later, and sprawled at my feet, purring. He was home. The household is still adjusting to him, though, as it’s been some years since our previous senior cats were interested in the living room mantle, the top of the TV cabinet, and other high level surfaces. Cinnamon considered the litter box, then vanished behind the adjacent storage cabinet, and didn’t come out until late the next evening. She must have explored at some point, as she’s been under the bed in the spare room for most of the past 3 weeks. We got brief glimpses of her, enough to convince my husband that there really was a second cat in the house. After about 5 days, Maxwell started trying to coax her out. Although she hissed at him, she did start sitting in the hallway occasionally. It took awhile to get a picture of her, as what we’ve mostly seen is a bit of fluff that might be a dustbunny behind the storage boxes. Cinnamon still vanishes into “her” room at any sudden sound or movement, but we’ve been able to pet her and pick her up some. Thanks for introducing us to these cats, and caring for them.
