So pursuant to discussions with fellow cat lovers, including on this blog, and the ongoing sense that our cat is too social to leave alone so much, we've bought another one.
"Hey pud, look, we've found you a sister."
"No really, she's from your breeder, but she's half burmese half persian. Look, she's cute."
"C'mere pud, want a hug?"
*Wipe cat spit off face*
It's been edifying to have your beloved cat that you'd risk your life for attempt to bite you somewhere near the face, or certainly make as if to do it. More than once. Between moments of high affection and indifference.
Our burmese is in the middle of a jealousy-induced multiple personality disorder episode, it's frightening, a little sad. His new friend, a sweet girly half persian, is letting out the odd squeak as she explores the unedifying surrounds of the downstairs bathroom. Not many options when he wants to kill her.
And tomorrow we have another go at reconciling them. I'm sure this will turn out to have been a good idea. Provided the burmese and I are still sane.
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