Thomas, it should be noted, has really not participated in the hissing. He's a goofy, sweet little blue boy, and he starts purring when I get within three feet of him. That is, when he's not racing through the house like a kitten possessed, sinuous blue tail flying out behind him like a flag, losing traction on the hardwood floor, and slamming into the nearest available wall. Yes. He does this a lot.
Lilly and Alice remain dubious of our new family member, but they're starting to warm to him. Lilly was grooming him yesterday (she is the lickingest cat alive), and he and Alice slept on my chest last night, together. Given that he's likely to weigh more than she does when he grows up, this may become a lot less endearing really, really soon. Then again, they eliminate the need for a space heater, so hey. All three of them spent last night's episode of Glee hanging out, purring loudly, and being cute. I have the cutest cats in the entire world. And all my cats are blue.
This brings me to two Maine Coons and one classic Siamese, which strikes me as a good place to stop, since going any further takes me into crazy cat lady territory. Besides, I'm already pretty sure that, if they wanted to, they could take me.
Kitten!
(No, there are not yet kitten pictures available. Yes, there will be kitten pictures...eventually. Making pictures uploadable is a long, manual process, and I'm getting ready for this weekend's Orycon Guest of Honor slot, integrating a new cat into my household, and trying to finish a book. Asking me for kitten pictures only reduces my desire to deal with formatting them. So please show mercy, and don't ask?)
November 10 2010, 22:30:46 UTC 6 years ago
Personally, I have three moggies -
Cassie (black) is about six and a bit of a grump sometimes, but lovely. Loves to hide in boxes, but getting a bit heavy to be able to climb around like she used to.
Tiger (grey tabby, ~3) my brother adopted against my parents wishes from the markets about two years ago, as she had five newborn kittens and they would all have been putdown as their owner was a bastard. She's a little bipolar sometimes, so you never know when she'll be a sweetheart or randomly attack, but she's become much friendlier over the years.
Hardy (ginger tabby) is her son from a second litter (we didn't get her spayed in time), about one and a half. He's a big boy, and a massive softy, tolerates everything. His mum hates him though, is always attacking him without provocation.
...I want more cats, though!
November 11 2010, 00:07:55 UTC 6 years ago
I'll bet it's more play fighting than anything else, and that over the years she's learned that you don't like to play fight.
November 11 2010, 00:21:03 UTC 6 years ago
When we got her she was emaciated and had a bad leg (a break that was clearly not looked after and never truly healed) and had just been abandoned by her owner, so I think she's overcoming a natural tendency not to trust humans.