A little over 3 years ago, we brought our pup Jonah home for the first time. Just 9 weeks old and a handful, he stirred up our happy little two cat household quite a bit. Mabel and Juniper, age 10 at the time, were not so sure about him. And I can’t say I really blame them. Can you?
Two years later, Mabel started accepting Jonah. She enjoys their brief yet sweet interactions. Happily meowing and turning her body just so, to allow his cold wet nose to get in plenty of smells of her fluffy black fur.
Juniper has not been convinced. She goes about her way scolding him for even being in the same room sometimes, for attempted sniffs of her as she walks by and for just being Jonah.
Tonight, 39 months post adoption, Juniper finally made a step toward accepting her fuzzy little brother. As Jonah and I sat on the couch, Juniper jumped up to join us and even sniffed Jonah’s ear before lying down.
Jonah, not quite sure what to make of the new situation, did his best to accept our new couch guest, realizing she was not going away anytime soon.
These are some thoughts I imagine might have been going through his head..
What are you doing here?
Still here, now she’s getting comfortable…
If I close my eyes, will she go away?
Maybe if I just look away and act not interested, she’ll get the hint.. (not wanted!)
Oh brother, I’m going to sleep! This is hopeless.
Blessings & Light,