Ha ha ha ha ha.
I crack myself up. Anyway, I’m just sitting here eating my breakfast when I notice that the cats are spending some quality time with each other sitting on the floor together, staring at each other through the fireplace utensils. And then the orange cat gets up and keeps giving the new cat these looks like “come on” as he goes into the Butcher’s room. And off they went!
I was all “Is this the moment when the cats learn to be friends?”
So, I went and looked and the orange cat is in on the Butcher’s bed, staring at the Butcher’s butt (I don’t know, people. Science has been trying to explain cats for thousands of years. I imagine that, in the future, science will say, “we have a rational explanation for everything, in the whole universe, except for cats. Turns out, they are really supernatural and weird.” We’ll have to change “c” from “constant” to “cat” and just figure “cat” into all our equations.) and the new cat has taken the opportunity to go into the kitchen and have a second round of breakfast.
So, I don’t know. But at least no one got hissed and clawed at. So, I think that’s an improvement.
Détente. (And now I’m thinking “Day Taunt” would be a great name for a sock puppet.)
Our cats have behaved like brain-dented pains in the ass all day long. We finally had to separate them in different rooms in the basement for a cooling off period so that no one would wind up seriously damaged. Things had been going somewhat well prior to this (hissing in passing, but able to be in the same room without a rumpus) so this is a pretty sad setback.