Once upon a time, I had one cat, and only one. His name was Taj. Then, someone foisted another cat on me, in spite of two solid weeks of protests ("No, I do NOT want another cat!"). They called her "Salem". I took one look at the cat and renamed him "Seamus".
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Taj and Seamus spent the first two weeks screaming at one another. No fights, just a lot of cursing. I reckoned progress had been made when it got to the point that they could actually walk past one another without hissing. Eventually, they became pals. Not boon companions, mind you, but they learned to get along.
Since then, I've only introduced new KITTENS to the household. They're much easier to integrate.
The moral of the story is, patience. The cats will become accustomed to one another in time.
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Date: 2013-01-23 01:26 am (UTC):D
Taj and Seamus spent the first two weeks screaming at one another. No fights, just a lot of cursing. I reckoned progress had been made when it got to the point that they could actually walk past one another without hissing. Eventually, they became pals. Not boon companions, mind you, but they learned to get along.
Since then, I've only introduced new KITTENS to the household. They're much easier to integrate.
The moral of the story is, patience. The cats will become accustomed to one another in time.