When we woke up this morning, we found this cat who has been fully integrated into our group, skittering across the tile floor being chased by one of the kittens. We watched the two interact and Patience was sliding across the tile on her belly, rolling over on her stomach while Sophia pounced on her soft fur and they rolled together in fun play. Who knew, this hoarder’s cat would be able to recapture her kittenhood. She does get a bit antsy about 6:00 a.m. and then she wants out for a few hours. I’m thinking that’s when the man woke up (and since there were tons of empty liquor bottles all over this house, I suspect he wasn’t in the best of moods. But she is back by noon and meowing at the door to come in.

I still can’t pet her without her becoming pet-aggressive, but she gets along with the rest of the clowder and she has her routine down. Her attack of my hand seems to be more in play- but even in play claws are unsheathed and teeth at the ready. I’ve become a bit attached to my fingers so I don’t push the petting part.