Bootsie and Gypsy are not getting along. Basically, Gypsy is an old cranky lady (she's 16 years old) and when she first got here, both Bootsie and Gypsy are hissing and growling at each other. After a couple of days, Bootsie learned to accept that Gypsy is just as scared of him as he is of her and Bootsie learned to ignore her when she's in her bitchy mood and sometimes, Bootsie walks a few steps behind her and sit about a meter from her to show her that he's not in any way a threat. Gypsy still hisses and growls every time she sees Bootsie and she always runs away and hides under the bed. I don't blame her. I'd be that way too if I was taken away from everything I'm used to and not know whats going on or where I am and to top it all off, there's a familiar creature tailing me around - Of course I'd be bitchy too!
Looking at both of them, I can see Bootsie's youth... how young he is... how energetic and full of life... how playful... how in need of nurturing... how fragile... Bootsie is only 2 years old. He may not be a kitten anymore but he's still a youngster. Everytime he gets out, he brings home skinks. He would let it loose and try to catch it again and carry it around his mouth. Sometimes, the baby ones don't survive and I'd find a bloody tail on the kitchen floor.
Looking at both of them, I can see Bootsie's youth... how young he is... how energetic and full of life... how playful... how in need of nurturing... how fragile... Bootsie is only 2 years old. He may not be a kitten anymore but he's still a youngster. Everytime he gets out, he brings home skinks. He would let it loose and try to catch it again and carry it around his mouth. Sometimes, the baby ones don't survive and I'd find a bloody tail on the kitchen floor.
