Before I sat down to write this cat blog post this morning, I went to a yoga class for adults. Yoga is part of the recovery plan for my broken leg, and since I have cats, I can't do yoga at home. (Have you tried yoga with cats? If you do, set a timer and see how long it takes for a cat to get on your back. It takes 10 seconds here.) Next door to my adult class, they were holding a yoga class for little kids. Many of the parents of those yoga kids were in the adult class. And as I listened to them, some phrases sounded really familiar.
"He plays and plays and just never calms down."
"When it's time for bed, he still has so much energy."
"I feel like her mind must be racing all the time."
I know these parents were talking about their human kids, but these same little phrases could easily apply to Fergus. This guy has boundless energy (and always has), especially around mealtimes. I can play with him for an hour and he still has energy left behind.
That boundless energy has been really hard on senior cat, Maggie.
|Note that she still hates my walker. Look at those wide eyes!|
Maggie has a very gentle way about her, and she doesn't appreciate Fergus and his invitations to romp. He approaches her with all the right play gestures, but she never seems to want to play along. So he pounces, she screams and I run over to break it up.
Or I did.
I'm not quite as fast on my feet as I once was, and this has meant these two little kitties have been forced to work out their difficulties and enhance their communication. I try to help by engaging them in joint play sessions like this (more on this on Tuesday, so check back!).
But much of the work has been done between these two cats. And they seem to have fallen in love a little bit.
Fergus continues to attempt to engage Maggie in play, and she continues to avoid those advances. But when he is quiet and calm, she has started to engage him in a few cuddle sessions. Earlier this week, we caught her grooming his head for a few minutes. This morning, she even tried to crawl into his bed with him. And this afternoon, she was sleeping on the couch with an exposed belly--which Fergus just sniffed and didn't attack.
These are all wonderful signs, and it makes me wonder if I've been too quick to try to correct behaviors cats can solve on their own. Maggie must be like the parents in my yoga class, understanding that Fergus is just a baby. She may be irritated, but she certainly doesn't hate him. And by allowing her to communicate that, everything between these two cats is going better.
I just had to share this success story with the Kitties Blue on The Cat on My Head as part of the blog hop.
And Fergus wanted me to end the post with a proper selfie. He is posing so nicely here on my lap (you can just see my hip and my walker in the background). Despite his kitten crazies, he remains a loving and sweet guy. And you must admit that he's darn gorgeous too, right?
Do all of your cats get along? And if they don't, how do you help? Leave me a note in the comments and let me know. And be sure to visit the other blogs in the hop! Good stuff this week.