Rhea Silvia – female dilute calico ‘non-standard’ Napoleon
Rhea is a pistol. She took over three quarters of the carrier they shared on the trip for the most part, squeezing the other kitten into the back. Although the breeder said she cried on the way up, she was very quiet on my drive home, only crying out twice.
Get a load of those “ear furnishings”…the hair inside the ears sticking out. Deluxe.
Marshal Davout – male Chocolate Point ‘non-standard’
Marshal Louis-Nicholas Davout, actually. I thought the Napoleon breed deserved a leader from that period. He’s quite a bit larger than Rhea, and older. But unlike her, the travel and change has him pretty much shut down at the moment. I tried to leave him alone to decompress.
A moment or so after letting them out of the carrier in the safe room, Rhea found this cranny in an Ikea shelf mostly covered by some old shelves.
Davout has moved around some too – this is one of the safe spots he’s been in, sometimes peeking out to watch Rhea.
But about 10 seconds later the need to sniff into every corner of the room took over and out she came.
To get here she had to climb up some low shelves, squeeze behind a lamp stand beside a couch, and jump down. No problem for the mighty mite. In fact I had to jury rig something to cover up the lamp cord to avoid her playing with it.
Note that tiny white spot on the center of her back. I dare you not to want to scratch it.
Of course, the one toy that she likes best of all is the camera strap.
Rhea pauses between bites on the metal carrier door.
Another complication is that the two kittens don’t know each other well, despite coming from the same cattery. Davout is older, and Rhea hadn’t been released into the general population. So while recovering from the trip, learning the new room and home, and wondering about the big cats, the two kittens have to work out their relationship.
There’s a little movement. Davout watches her, and sometimes moves to a new spot near her so he can watch. This happens more when I’m not around. He’s wary of me a little. He lets me hold him and pet him, but he isn’t enjoying it – his ears are flat down while his body is relaxed. I let him be for now, there’s time for that later.
Rhea is trying to push things along. She will go up to him, flop down and roll over right by him. Sometimes this results in nothing, sometimes an exchange of soft hisses. But nobody smacks anyone, and they just stay there close afterward.
One thing I didn’t yet get a picture of: Rhea has quite an impressive tail. I’m not sure if it will stay this proportionally long as she grows, but right now it’s big.