Well, Poppy is settling in quite nicely.
She's quite a little character; as bold as brass, as slippery as a bar of wet soap and powered by Nitrous fuel injection... Did I mention she's barking mad as well?
Pearl isn't *too* horrified. We've had no outright hostility, just some growls and hisses and these are gradually decreasing in volume. Actually, Pearl is fine as long as Poppy doesn't get to close - she's a little wary of Poppy which is understandable, but Poppy doesn't seem to care, ploughing her own merry little furrow...
Pearl just watches with an expression that seems to say: "the yoof of today, dey has no manners..."
Neither of them are left together without my being there, and besides, I don't dare leave Poppy around unsupervised - she'd trash the place...
So far, she has learned to open the door of the room where I'm keeping her, trashed a pot plant, eaten Pearl's food, peed in Pearl's toilet tray, swung from the curtains and insisted on having a nap in the coal bucket...
Is this a kitten thing? Or is it a tortie thing? She's my first cat from both those categories...
Anyways, a couple of pics of the little madam for your delectation.