Minnie met us at the garage door--I'm sure both our resident kitties heard the caterwauling!--and immediately hissed at the new arrival and ran off. Sammi got her first look at the "prisoner" as we carried her into the hallway--she just stared at Annabelle like she was a three-headed alien. She made her manners today, though...and they were bad, of course, with hissing and growling.
We got her set up in the sewing room with her own food bowl, kibble, litterbox, and litter. The litterbox had seen better days--it cracked along the edge while I was washing it out--so we got her another one today (sans hood), along with two new ceramic bowls and a Kickeroo. She had no toys or bed of her own, so she's starting pretty much fresh at her new home.
After getting Annabelle situated, we both sat down on the floor of the sewing room (door shut against nosy-parkers) and she wound back & forth between us, bonking our hands and just soaking up the lovin's. After a little bit, she started purring, and even lay down & made a few air-biscuits. We left her to rest, then, and when we came back later, we found her curled up behind the floor-to-ceiling curtains, sound asleep, nothing but a little white fuzz showing under the curtain hem. We let her sleep and checked on her later.
She did pretty well last night in the sewing room--pooped, ate, drank water, and climbed around on the furniture a bit. Sister A. heard her crying about 6:30 a.m. and went in with her for a while.
This morning, after the "big kitties" went outside, we opened the door of the sewing room and waited to see if Annabelle cared to emerge and explore the rest of the house. She didn't seem too hip on the idea at first. Sammi came to the sewing room door at one point, and that's when she got all rude, then left in a feline huff.
It took quite a while before Annabelle got up the courage to explore, but at last she did, carefully poking around in Sister A's bedroom and the hall bathroom (rooms on either side of the sewing room). That was about all the stimulation she could take, so I closed the door again so she could rest. Sister A's in there now, doing her computer-ing and, no doubt, socializing our little refugee.
I got a few pix while Annabelle was wandering around. I also managed to get a good close-up of her eyes, which seem to be a bit runny. I managed to swipe a bit of the runniness with my thumb and gave it a sniff; it didn't smell like pus (or, indeed, anything), so maybe it's OK. But you experienced kitty folks out there might enlarge that last photo and see what you think.
|I'm a little concerned about the stuff around her eyes....|
UPDATE: Annabelle has found the perfect hiding space--one that no other kitty in the house can possibly fit into. Here she is squeezed under the cedar chest: