Well, I agreed to be a foster mom for a cat from the shelter where I sometimes volunteer. The first week she was at my place, she hid under the furniture. The second week, she emerged more often, usually to be hissed at by Buddy, the #1 cat around here. Now it's the end of the third week and they're cuddling together with me on the bed. Buddy grooms the new cat (the shelter people named her Kinky because she has a crooked tail, but I'm thinking of changing her name to Nicky).
I made a half-hearted effort to find another home for Kinky/Nicky during her second week with me, but now I'm pretty much being won over by her cuddliness.
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