Best Buds, or Something Like That

Last summer, my parents adopted two stray rag doll kittens. Their 12-year cat had passed away, leaving behind his lonely litter-mate. Within a few months, one of the kittens succumbed to a rod infection in his lung, leaving behind his lonely sister.

The cats were kept separated for months but, with both seeking out companionship, I convinced my parents that a few tiffs may be necessary for them to get used to each other. Little Poppy was submissive and Owen was quick to put her in her place and teach her to maneuver the treat dispenser. Extra food was a plus for the choonky cheeto.

Wherever Owen goes, Poppy follows.

Torment. Tolerate. Torment. Tolerate.

While I don’t think he’s exactly pleased with the little rascal, he’s patient when she lies down next to him and grooms the hard-to-reach places. While they might not exactly be friends, I think they’re approaching something adjacent to that. Perhaps companionship by necessity.