Conway
Cat
Bengal,Tabby - Brown Mix
Size: Medium
Age: Senior
Sex: Male
I.D:
Notes: Hey there! My name is Conway and I am a little Bengal mix kitty. I am a total love dove, and you wouldn't even know I was 18 years old, by how playful I am. Much Love found me at the Carson pound where I was destined to be put to sleep! I was a "stud" for a breeder for many years and when he could no longer use me, he just sent me off to the pound! Imagine that! Now, I'm in a warm foster home, but if you liked to invite me over to your place to live out my golden years, please call (310) 636-9115
This pet is: up to date with routine shots, already house trained, altered
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And after reading that advertisement, I made contact with Much Love Animal Rescue and had a few long talks with Kim Finger, the lady fostering Conway. We made an appointment to meet at their weekly event at the PETCO in Santa Monica, held every Saturday starting at 10 AM. I showed up, filled out the adoption form, answered a few questions, and was approved on the spot.
I drove home and awaited the arrival of Kim, a friend, and Conway. They inspected the apartment thoroughly, checking out the window screens to make sure Conway couldnt slip out that way. They approved of my arrangements for the cats, and even admired Pearly.
O yes, Pearly. Pearly had been very restless all morning, for she had somehow managed to sense that a major change was about to happen. When I left the apartment at 10 AM, she was asleep in the crows nest of cat tree #1, rather then sunning herself on cat tree #2, which she usually does in the mornings. I had cleaned out, scrubbed, washed, rinsed, and dried her two litter boxes. I had put in new litter. The third litter box was ready, but not filled with litter. I wanted to wait until Conway arrived, so as to be able to introduce him to fresh litter not used by Pearly.
We had decided to keep Conway locked up in my bedroom for 24 hours, so Pearly could smell him and hear him, but not interact with him. We brought Conway (in his carrier) into my bedroom, shut the door, and coaxed him out. The first thing I did was to gently pick him up and place him in the litter box, then draw his paws over the sand. After that, he stepped out to explore my bedroom. I had put out a food dish, a water dish, a scratching post, and some toys.
I was instructed to keep Conway in my bedroom for 24 hours, with the door closed, so that the two cats could smell and hear each other, but not interact. They left, and I settled down for The Long Wait. Conway explored the room, and when I left for AA at 7 PM he was curled up in the heated sleeping cup. This heating cup was another item I had bought from Drs. Foster and Smith, and I had placed it on my bed for Pearlys use. Pearly rejected it, so the sleeping cup did not have her scent on it when Conway discovered it. He promptly curled up in the cup to start napping.
Pearly was sulking in the living room. I cannot think of a better word to describe her attitude. I spent as much time with her as I could, petting her and playing with Da Bird, but she was still sulking when I left for AA, still sulking when I got back, and was still sulking this morning when I got up.
This morning I scooped out the litter boxes. I was informed that if the situation was too stressful, one or both cats might start avoiding the boxes. But no, both Pearly and Conway behaved themselves during the night. Conway had been eating his food and drinking his water. So had Pearly. So far, so good. After breakfast Pearly went to the east window to sun herself on cat tree #2. She is still there. Conway is still in his sleeping cup, although awake when I walk in the bedroom.
It is now 9AM, and I am leaving for my Unitarian Universalist Fellowship. When I get back at 1 PM, I will open the bedroom door. Hopefully
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