Social Complications

Fidget's world has been turned fairly close to upside down this week, but he's coping wonderfully.  I would even go as far to say that he's not even coping, he's *embracing.*  There have been some new additions to the family; Fidget now has THREE cat brothers instead of just Henry.  Chris (boyfriend) and I decided that in order to be able to spend more time with the cats, we should just move them all to the same place.  When we met, I had two and he had two.  Therefore, now all four of our cats are habitating in his apartment.  Now I know what you're all thinking, "Four cats?!  You must be mad!"  While we're not entirely normal, I believe the decision mostly came out of Chris' wonderful pursuit of *my* happiness.  He knew I missed my boys when I wasn't home+he got tired of me complaining about it=he will tolerate having four feline children in the house.  I'm such a lucky girl. =)

Meet the new guys:

Moose, "The Daddy's Boy."  a.k.a. Moo-moo, Moomookron, Moozle Bamboozle, Schnoozle, The Prince of MooMooshire and Mr. I-Ruin-Everything:

Buck, "The Mama's Boy."  a.k.a. Bucky, Buck-Buck, Buck the %$!*, Dreamsicle Cat, You-Stink-Cat, The Prince of Buckington and Snuggle-Bucky:

And for those of you that have not seen Fidget's older brother Henry, here he is.  Also known as Ninja-Cat, Ohn-ree (french pronunciation), Henry-Muffins, Stealth Unit 5, Where-The-Hell-Are-You, or Henwee:

So all three of these cats AND The Fidg are now co-habitating in a one bedroom apartment.  Yeehaw!

The first night was a little rough, but everyone seemed to adjust much more quickly than I had anticipated...except for Moose.  Moose was not a happy camper.  He hid under the Christmas tree for about a day and a half, hissing and/or growling at any other feline that meandered by.  Buck and Henry were fast friends, taking a nap under the bed together within the first 2 hours of meeting.  Fidget was entirely more interested in the new surroundings than his new siblings.  He spent a good 4-6 hours inspecting his new living quarters before even a sideways glance was made at another cat.  Once he noticed the other cats, Fidget was in pine-cone mode for a short time, and then eventually decided he really didn't care enough to be nervous.  The very next day, Fidget was leading Buck and Henry in a rousing game of "let me chase you up and down the stairs," the way an ambitious 8 year-old leads all the neighborhood kids in a parade down the block.  And...Moose was still under the Christmas tree.  It took Moose a good 3 days to really warm up to the idea of having two more brothers, but he's now in a normal Moose-like state, once again begging to drink out of the faucet and making biscuits on his favorite blankie.  Buck seemed to have almost no difficulty inviting the Fidget and Henry into the house.  His demeanor seems completely unchanged, probably since he rarely has any idea of what's going on around him.  And Henry, my little Ninja, seems to be completely comfortable in his new surroundings.  He has enjoyed laying in the sun coming in from the patio doors and has claimed the back of the couch as his new throne.

Overall, the felines seem to be adjusting quite nicely to big family life.  Now if only I can keep all four of them away from the Christmas tree and the tissue paper...