Kitty was five years old and we weren't nearly as kind to him as we were to Tiger, our last dog. We brought Junior home from the shelter almost two years ago with 8 pages of instructions on how to introduce a young kitten (four months, neutered male) to an older cat.
Keeping them separated lasted less than five minutes. Junior and his litter mates had been surrendered to the shelter when he was just eight weeks old. Having been penned up in the shelter nearly all of his short little life, he erupted from the pet carrier like a rocket. He was loving his freedom. He was nothing but a black and white flash of color darting around our three-story house.
He took to the doggy door immediately and could fly up the stairs from the basement through the hallway "doggy door" and out a second "doggy door" to the screened-in porch without ever slowing down. Kitty lost weight in a vain effort to keep up. When all else failed, Kitty would simply sit on the youngster.
There have been no big, blood-drawing fights. The Vet calls Kitty our "silent king." Indeed, he is a very mellow guy. He will act fatherly toward Junior by licking his face and head, then suddenly make a lunge for his throat, but it's all for show. Kitty releases the kitten and walks away.
The girls at the local shelter here in Chattanooga, TN give all their animals weird names. Our new addition was named "Taos" (as in New Mexico). We named him Junior because we chose him because he has the same "tuxedo" coloring as our "Starter Kitty." The name Junior just seemed to fit him.
Junior and Kitty enjoy several "run-arounds" per day. We call it "Kitty Khaos". Similar to the dogs we’ve owned--the "Dandie dithers" and the "Norwich nillies."
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