A Slight Fly in the Ointment
Baby Jake is home but my boys James(l) and Nick(r) aren't thrilled.
Funny thing, when I brought Baby James into the household seven years ago, he was greeted by my older cat Bart, who welcomed him with great affection and gentility.
One day, my aged, ailing Bart ran off, presumably to die in dignity.
James was only 3-years-old and he pined for Bart so much I decided to get him a new companion. Enter Baby Nick, who was the furriest little daredevil maniac kitten ever.
They were fast friends.
Fastidious James, a gentle 16-pounder, would pin messy baby Nicky down and lick him all over until he was clean and damp. Baby Nick learned to repay the favor.
Now that Nick is 3-years-old, he's also at the 16 pound mark. He and James play together lovingly.
Having already reared three polite, kindly male kitties, I figured the addition of Baby Jake would be a breeze.
I figured wrong.
It seems Nick does not like suddenly being the middle child. He was puffed up and pouting all day yesterday. He hissed so much when he saw me holding Baby Jake, I had to put Jake back in the bathroom and rush to Nick's side to comfort him. Ha! Nick hasn't been this angry and hurt since I gave him that haircut last summer. He was inconsolable, and could barely wolf down the canned Iams chicken I gave him.
I figured James, being a mature 7-year-old, would react more kindly to Baby Jake.
I figured wrong.
I can count on one hand the times James has puffed up and hissed at anything. Three of those fingers occurred yesterday--once when he saw me holding Baby Jake, twice when he discovered me playing with Baby Jake in bed and thrice when I'd put Jakie back in the bathroom and sought out James to console him.
Meanwhile, little Jake is still so babyish, he didn't bat an eyelash at the big boys' reaction.
But he did puff up when he saw himself this morning in a full length mirror.
Oh, well. What I plan to do is stay cool and wait for nature to take its course, knowing that my cats are curious enough to eventually want to smell the baby and maybe take a lick or two of his little kitten fuzz.