Well, it only took nearly 7 months, but one of our two cats has finally realized that the screaming blob is actually a sweet little person named Jonathan. Here’s a photo of the recent meeting of the minds:
Pele is of course that cat that tolerates anyone and anything, including giant dogs that get up in her face. She didn’t seem to mind Jonathan whacking her back and grabbing her fur at all. Of course once he’s a little older and can understand we’ll be having the “kitties are nice friends and we are nice to them, so be nice when petting and don’t hit” talk.
Our other cat, Pandora, still firmly believes Jonathan is a screaming blob. She’ll be the cause of the “Mom! The kitty scratched me!” wails I can already hear. One cat out of two ain’t bad, right?