The Coyote project, day 8

So, Jenn now allows Dora (the kitten’s new name, as given by my mom, who will be the designated adopter if no one responds to the Found Pet ad in the Daily Press and the Star) out of the nursery for a few hours at a time while shutting the other cats in the master bedroom.

The first day, she explored all over, but now, she’s pretty mellow. She sat under my feet last night as I was beating my head against the wall running through Sethekk Halls on Heroic mode in World of Warcraft, and she chilled out with us on the sofa while we were watching three-quarters of the final Sopranos season on DVD this weekend.

She’s been out with Lucky once or twice, on the theory that he’s the most mellow of the two Hesperia Yarbrough cats. They kept their distance and hissed a little bit at each other. I’m told — via text message — that they’re no longer hissing at each other, but each doing their own thing in the house currently.

The nursery is very musky, and I suspect that Dora is not only not fixed, but she’s in heat. She’s still underfed, though — it’s impressive to see how she eats for such a little kid — so she hasn’t done all the yowling normally associated with cats being in heat. We’ll get all vaccinated up once the Found Pet ads run their course. If she’s moving to Oakland, though, it’s probably better for her to get her operation up there and recover in her new home.

She still doesn’t meow, just squeaks like a squeak toy. She’s allowed me to trim one paw’s nails. After the school board meeting tonight, and writing up the subsequent story (or stories), I’ll work on paw number two.

She’s a good kid. My folks are getting a good deal here.

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