So we adopted a kitten yesterday, we of course named her The President. If you're not sure why we named her that might I recommend reading "Furiously Happy" by Jenny Lawson 😉
When introducing a cat to a new home you expect it to be scared, hide for a while, take time to adjust, right? This thing walked around smelling everything for about 5 minutes, accepted this as home, and has been perfectly fine since. She apparently is also freakishly smart. When the shelter brought in the travel box and told her she was going home with us, she walked to the litter box and peed before contentedly being put in the box. Wish I could teach my kids to pee before we went places. She also has been trying to drink my frappuccino, by literally putting her mouth over the straw. Huh.
We currently have another cat who's about 10 years old. So we expect her to be territorial and maybe a bit aggressive. In fact the shelter is allowing us to do a "slumber party" so essentially we can help the kitties adjust to each other over the next week, and if it simply isn't going to work we can return her to be adopted by a family who is a better fit (while simultaneously breaking my heart 😞). What is interesting is that she isn't aggressive, she is terrified. She has been hiding behind the toilet since we brought The President home and refuses to come out.
So our large 10 year old cat is terrified of a tiny fluff ball, and the kitten needed no adjustment time whatsoever. Cats are strange and unpredictable creatures. But I should probably stop typing now cause The President is now sitting on my lap and attacking her own tail.