I dried out the bathtub and settled in with my laptop (the tub is only marginally more comfortable than the floor, but at least I can stretch out my legs). I did my usual morning internet routine and watched an episode of “Bones,” while Melly did her best to attack everything within sight. I’ve started a bit of training, since she’s made repeated attempts to attack my hands and fingers. I didn’t have my squirt bottle handy so I blew a quick blast of air at her head every time she attacked. It took a few blasts of air, but I think she got the idea.
Last night, Melly still hadn’t used the litter box, but I decided to wait it out and see if she’d used it by morning. Today I checked again: no dice. This was worrisome since she’d been eating and drinking healthily since her arrival, so when Melly peed on the bath mat while I was in the shower, I was mostly glad to see that her systems were functioning. And hey, I needed to wash the mat anyway.
Well, as it turns out, Melly had been eliminating all along…just not in the litter box. I relocated some of the poo into the litter box in hopes that Melly will actually use it, but Sue, I’m sorry: the kitty condo and the fleece pad were too far gone to save.
Scarlett is a bit edgy today. She and Melly had a hissing match through the door last night, but today Scarlett is mostly uninterested in Melly. Only when Melly’s mewling reaches fever pitch does Scarlett goes over to investigate, tail twitching madly. Poor Melly seems used to having a lot more attention, and Scarlett is used to ruling the roost, and the result is two fairly unhappy kitties. I find myself wondering if I did the right thing bringing Melly home… Scarlett and I really had a good thing going, and I wonder if I’ve screwed it up. But I keep reminding myself that the experts (that’s you all) say that this will work out in time. I really appreciate all of your support, encouragement, and advice!