|Faith, curled as close to me as she can get.|
Tonight when I tried to give Jay his subcutaneous fluids, he jumped as soon as I tried to stick him with the needle. I didn't manage to get any into him. My daughter thinks he doesn't need them if he's feeling feisty enough to fight us. I'm not so sure. The vet wouldn't have prescribed them just for fun.
Faith, the other cat, has been hissing at him since he came home. I've kept her locked in my bedroom, and made her sleep in their cage at night because she acted like she didn't even know him. She followed him around hissing and spitting, making sure he knew he was not welcome. I've had to keep them separated, just like when you get a new pet and have to introduce them. Finally, today, she stopped trying to run him off. She still hisses occasionally, but only if they happen to cross paths. She no longer hunts him down.
I didn't think to lock her up before we tried to give him his fluids and she was lurking behind him, watching. Did that little brat make him nervous?