My two new scaredy cats had me hysterical last night - it went as follows: Portia comes downstairs for food - 2 mins later Oliver is shouting for her. She goes back up to see him. 3 mins later she comes back to carry on eating - Oliver then howls that Portia has been kidnapped by white slavers. Back up she goes. Back down she comes, eats some more and then settles on dining room chair. More howls from upstairs. She tries to ignore him but then I hear a thump as she jumps off the chair and goes back to him again. Then they both come down and Oliver makes a beeline for her food. Well enough is enough as far as Portia is oncerned. This tiny little cat (half his size) bats him one round the ear, shoves him out of the way and finishes her supper.
Although she won't let us touch her yet, she is certainly the braver of the two. Yesterday Oliver let me stroke him and I could hardly believe my ears when he gave a very tentative purr. I don't think they've been handled at all so it's going to be a long haul, especially with Portia, but we're beginning to see their true personalities coming through - one brave and motherly the other a total wimp!