Rosa has been back home with Jo for almost a fortnight now. I hope she has regained most of the weight she lost during her unhappy stay with us. She had also lost lots of tummy fur, which I hope has begun to grow back.
Jo sent me this photograph of Rosa at home earlier this evening. Ross’s at the back and her sister Astrah is in the foreground. John and I are so relieved that she has instantly settled back in. We look forward to hearing that she’s re-gained the weight she lost while she was unhappy at our house and that the sore skin on her tummy has healed again. It was a well-meant, but failed attempt to re-home her, which we hope has no lasting consequences.
No time tonight to tell the story properly, but it suddenly became a question of health, so we took Rosa back to Jo this evening. She is reunited with her mum and other sister and was instantly a happy girl. I am now confident that she will be fine. You see her in today’s picture looking sad and unhappy before we set off.
Well, it’s a sad day, because Rosa is not going to stay on with us. She has made friends with all the humans she has met, but Rosa is resolutely determined not to make friends with Milka, Florence and Willow. Milka has been very persistent in making friendly advances, but Rosa won’t have it and snarls at him. One of their spats led to the little scratch on her nose.
I knew it was time to admit defeat yesterday, when Rosa snarled at Percy, who she has known since he was born. I think she must see him as one of ‘our’ cats, because he smells like them now.
Isobel and her friend Jen took about 50 silly pictures after school yesterday and Rosa just calmly enjoyed her cuddle. It’s just the other cats she doesn’t like.
Things are settling well at Siamese Towers. Quartz and Rosa remember each other and have given each other confidence and companionship. Rosa is grooming Quartz as if she is his mum. It seems that my weakness which led me to buy another of Jo’s kittens has been the key to making Rosa settle at last.
Willow is a total dude and is tolerant of and mildly interested in all other cats and hostile to none. Florence is undecided through absence-under-the-bed.
Milka is our only current concern. He’s been hissing at Quartz and has even given him a paw-bat or two. I’m sanguine that all will be well in a couple of days.
Rosa is still in transition from Jo’s home to ours. She continues to be an unhappy girl. You see her still hiding in the utility room. She alternates between the top of the freezer and the top of the tumble-dryer. I’m still telling myself it’s early days. When Willow and Rosie came to live with us, it took about 5 days or so. After 1 week, John fell asleep on the sofa and woke up to find Rosie on his knee.
On a separate note, Milka seems to have been stung by a springtime insect, because his face is swollen on one side. I imagine he ate a bee. He is 100% his normal self, so we won’t dash to the emergency vet just yet.
This is Milka’s mum, Tabitha. Rosa is keeping a low profile still. She likes the utility room and I have been able to get close to her, stroke her and pick her up twice today. Milka is trying to make friends too. I am not worried yet; this is a big change for Rosa, who has always lived in the house where she was born. It’s only natural for her to need several days to adjust.
New resident Rosa is hiding under the dining table, behind a box in the corner. I have had a little stroke with her today, when she had come upstairs to try out the cat bed on the landing. John cooked a chicken just for the cats and she has been popping in the kitchen to snack. All the same, I haven’t managed a photograph of her, so here is Rosa as I first saw her at Jo’s house yesterday, surrounded by a chaotic group of various kittens in the heated bed. A Siamese cornucopia.
We took a little trip to Heaton in Newcastle this afternoon. Back in December, we bought Milka from Jo, our Siamese breeder friend from whom we also bought Florence. She mentioned at the time that Florence’s sister might need a new home because she was going to retire as a breeding queen. It made Rosa poorly to have kittens, so it wasn’t fair to ask her to carry another litter.
We collected Rosa and brought her to our house. It was a calm journey, with Rosa just chatting and asking questions, rather than getting very frightened and upset. She came straight out of the carrier and went and sat in the (clean) litter tray for a while. At least I’m now certain she knows where it is.
My picture shows her venturing near the living room doorway a short while later. She has been invisible for a couple of hours now, but I’m not worried. We have integrated new cats into our feline family 7 times before and it’s worked every time, so I have high hopes she’ll emerge, eat and integrate before too long. We’re all looking forward to enjoying our expanded cat family.
Please excuse my ugly German Birkenstocks in the foreground. They’re soooo comfortable.
Jo from Riobelle has sent me some pictures of Rosa this evening. She took these photographs while Rosa was sitting beside her. It is going to be fun to see the litter-sisters Rosa and Florence together, because they are so very alike. We’re stocking up pom-poms in time for Saturday, because we hear Rosa is crazy for them.