The family has grown.
The catbeast and the kid do not get along. Kid doesn’t know exactly what she did or when, but the catbeast decided at one point that they were not compatible. This has made the kid very sad, not to mention pissed off. She is not the most patient of humans, and her many unsuccessful tries to make friends with the feline have made her vent in frustration. Especially since it was kid who saved the catbeast when she was a 2-week-old kitten abandoned on the street by her mother.
Kid has repeatedly bugged me to add another cat to the household. I told her all the expenses and care would be on her, as opposed to me having to take over (which has happened with multiple rabbits, hamsters, and other beasts).
So when (now ex-) boyfriend’s cat had kittens, the kid decided to adopt one. There was only one female in the litter, and a week or so ago, when the babies were old enough to leave mom, kid went out and bought supplies and settled the kitten in her room.
After much discussion about names, the kid, to my horror, chose to name the kitten “Princess”. Gak. Cliche, much? I tried to persuade her to perhaps name the wee beastie after a princess, real or fictional – like Jasmine, or Tiger Lily – but that didn’t take. Then I tried other characters that kid loves, like Luna. Almost worked, but no. Princess it is.
I have consoled myself with calling the babe “Prynne”, sometimes expanded to “Hester Prynne”, although kid objects to the Hester part. I have told her that Hester Prynne was among the first and most important female protagonists in American literature, a truly fascinating character and a strong and defiant woman in a time period when women were meant to be totally subservient. Kid is not impressed, and has told me that “Prynne” is fine, “Hester” isn’t.
Catbeast is not amused. At all. She is quite angry about her territory being invaded. I’m spending a lot of time cuddling her.
So far the solution has been to have separate areas for the two. Baby catbeast has the kid’s room (with food, bed, and litter box there), and senior catbeast has my room and office (with food, bed, and litter box for her). The rest of the house is joint territory, with alternating occupancy. Although they are currently avoiding each other apart from the occasional growl or hiss, I’m really hoping that they will eventually become friends, or at least tolerate each other in the same space.
The babe is quite active, and is proving herself a great hunter of flies and other insects. She is also very curious and must explore everything.
I have not yet tried to knit with the kitten around. That will almost certainly happen at a later date.
And it’s never a dull moment in the neighbourhood.