Brian was in bed by the time I got Phoebe in. I kicked back on the loveseat, looking for something decent to relax to on television, when I saw a black cat jump up on the coffe table, growling.
It was Captain, come from his hiding spot under the loveseat.
This was the first good look I’ve gotten of him. A small cat, very nice looking. But growly.
He came over to me and I petted him, scratching his head and ears. He spied Chander on the arm of the sofa and went over, gave Chandler a growl, then halfway jumped at him. Chandler kind of flinched, but didn’t move from his spot on the sofa. Captain came back over to me.
I decided to go to bed and turned off the television. Captain followed. Letting all cats along the path that he was not to be messed with. He even slapped Lorelai. When I climbed into bed, he followed. He chased all cats off of the bed and staked out the big pillow at the bottom, where he could see who was coming and going. Then he saw the window and climbed into that. Growling the entire time.
Brian was awake and I warned him to watch his head. Heads aren’t the best landing pads for cats with claws. I don’t know what finally happened, but it was after eleven when I finally fell asleep. I don’t know if Captain was still growling.
This morning, he’s back in his spot under the loveseat. At least he’s starting to make integration progress.
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