On December 21 we moved Roark and Komodo from Tom’s apartment to our house on Mount Gilead. The transition has gone better than we expected. R and K started out sequestered in the first floor bedroom. Eventually Tom put up a baby gate to let them come and go while keeping the dogs out. Once he could leave the bedroom Roark spent most of his time hiding upstairs in the eaves, while Komodo didn’t stir from her cat cave. More and more we saw Roark exploring the house – especially at night, when the dogs were asleep. This past weekend we consolidated the cat spaces, moving R and K’s litterbox, food, and cave to the bathroom, where we keep Shilo’s supplies. Komodo has since disappeared into the upstairs eaves.
The dogs, Koko in particular, like to chase Roark off when they see him. Other than that, they haven’t taken too much interest in the new additions to our household. Shilo, on the other hand, is committed to playing with his new brother and sister. He’s gone so far as to turn over a basket of yarn and try to bring a ball to Roark’s hiding spot in the eaves. Roark and Komodo, however, have not received his advances warmly, as it turns out Shilo plays like a dog, not a cat. Unfortunately, R and K find Shilo’s species confusion far less endearing than Tom and I do. Shilo pounces on R, grabs him in a bear hug, and chews on his cheeks. Roark hisses, and Shilo doesn’t get the message.
Here’s to new friendships in the new year!