Cinnamon

We picked up another cat from the airport on Sunday. Welcome to Cinnamon, a two year old white and grey striped tabby male. Unlike Fergus, Cinny is tailed. Very interesting, that tail. I find it quite expressive.

Cinny had a rough flight to Toronto. Either the sedative did not kick in quickly enough or it wore out too soon. In any case, by the time we picked him up, his crate was a mess. Lots of evidence of attempted escape including blood on the inside (poor Cinny lost some claws trying). He must have been terrified because he sure tried his best to get out. Mercifully, the sedative did work so he must have given up before he did anymore damage to himself. The vet said that he does not think that cats can declaw themselves, so most likely, he managed to just rip it. Ouch.

We built Cinnamon a little nest in my office: a box under the desk with a pillow. We also draped a sheet over the desk to give the boy some privacy. He is not making any noises nor is he trying to get out. I know his world suddenly changed so we are giving him lots of time to adjust. He has his food and drink and a litter box in the room and we check in on him. He's not moving much but he is eating and drinking. By day, he is under the desk. At night, he moves to the clothes hamper by the window sill. He responds to pets, but sudden movements still cause him to hiss. Poor boy. I hope he feels comfortable and safe enough with us soon.

Fergus, despite his repeated attempts to talk to Cinnamon from the other side of the door, has not been successful in eliciting a response. I think both know that there is another cat in the house, but they are not allowed to meet yet. We'll do this very slowly so that we don't have any issues. We'll let Cinny get comfortable and grow some claws back first. In the meantime, Fergus is busy rubbing his scent glands all over the house.