Sibling Rivalry

We get asked a lot how the cats and Whiskey get along. Pretty well, actually. I think it helps that they had seen other dogs before (although they didn't like them) and that she was smaller than either of them when she arrived. I thought I'd give a brief background on the cats first.



This is Caspian. She is pure evil, and for that, we love her. We plucked her from a feral litter when she was eight weeks old. For those of you who think that being feral is purely environmental, you're wrong. And if you'd like to know how wrong you are, I invite you to pluck an 8-week old kitten from its' litter. She spent the first several weeks absolutely hating us, which was okay, because she was a tiny ball of fluff and it was cute.



She was wild and crazy and full of claws. She was a lot of fun, not all that cuddly, and kept any and all vermin out of the house. Although she has never lived a day of her life outside, she is still
very much a wild kitty.

Now that she's a respectable three-years old, she has calmed down a bit, and has learned the art of cuddling in the cold Minnesota winters. However, she keeps her own countenance, and sometimes we can go the whole day without seeing her (a feat in our tiny apartment). She keeps the vermin down, and we like her attitude. Since the arrival of the puppy, she's been staying on top of the fridge a lot. She's reminiscent of the Ceiling Cat, if anyone is familiar with this phenomenon.
After the first few days of Whiskey's arrival, she realized Whiskey was smaller and had duller claws than she. Whiskey is fascinated by the cats, thinking of them as slightly misshapen litter mates. Caspian has been surprisingly tolerant of the puppy, and while she did give Whiskey a whuppin', she didn't use her claws. They have a truce at the moment, reinforced by periodic hisses and swats from Caspian.
I was going to move on to our other cat, but it's time for ice cream. Next up - Teryx!