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Kyle and I went on our first date in March 2001. We were both in college in Oklahoma and had made plans to hang out during Spring Break. He was staying with his parents in Tulsa so I drove down for the day. It was a perfect first date – the kind that ends up lasting [...]
Kyle and I went on our first date in March 2001. We were both in college in Oklahoma and had made plans to hang out during Spring Break. He was staying with his parents in Tulsa so I drove down for the day. It was a perfect first date – the kind that ends up lasting the entire day but at the same time goes by way too fast. One memory I’ll never forget is when Kyle took me to meet his parents at their house. They weren’t home yet when we arrived, so he instead toured me around and personally introduced me to each of the 3-4 cats that were living there at the time. As I soon learned, he’s always had a soft spots in his heart for cats – an affection that apparently goes back to his toddler years:
Adorable, right? Anyhow, Kyle has always wanted to have a cat of his own but we never lived in feline-friendly housing until we bought our own home. At the time though, it didn’t make sense to get a cat with a serious fixer-upper and golden retriever puppy to contend with. So the idea went on hold.
Ok, truth be told, I’m not a huge cat person. I like them fine and had a few great cats growing up, but I’ve always been of the mindset that if you’re going to get a cat, why not just get another dog? I know, that doesn’t make any sense.
Anyhow, I figured that someday the right opportunity would present itself and we would finally own a cat. So last week, when my friend Jenny sent out an e-mail looking for someone to adopt an abandoned kitten, I forwarded it on to Kyle with the disclaimer:
“I might regret this…”
Jenny brought the kitty over Thursday night for a trial run to see how she and Bailey would get along. We weren’t really worried about Bailey being aggressive with the kitten, but that the kitten would be aggressive towards Bailey. And that’s more or less what happened. For the first day or so, she’d let out a soft hiss anytime he got within a 3′ radius. Dumbfounded, Bailey kept his distance, tail wagging the whole time. I can’t say I blame her though, Bailey must come across as some type of urban lion and hissing is about the only defensive action she’s got.
After a few days together and some forced bonding time, the two are getting along a little better. There’s definitely less hissing, but they’re not exactly spooning or playing fetch with each other.
We haven’t completely made up on our minds yet. We still have a few concerns about the long-term relationship between cat and dog as well as the long-term relationship between cat and furniture.
Anyone have experience introducing a new kitten to a large dog? Is there any type of cat psychology that will help us tell her that even though he’s at least 20x her size, he’s completely harmless? We really want them to be BFF’s and it would crush us if Bailey was constantly being bullied. (I know, you’re probaby rolling your eyes, but this is Bailey. And I’ve known some snarky cats.)
Also – cat training? We have serious apprehension about our furniture, wood surfaces, etc. Any tried and true methods for keeping cats off of these things? (We’ve been squirting her with water which seems to sort of work.)
But she’s super cute right? I’ll even admit to that.