Plum Crazy

There's a new addition to the family. This is Portia.

Poor little Portia was hit by a car in the Holland Tunnel. Fortunately, she only suffered a pelvic fracture. The Port Authority police brought her to the Hoboken Animal Hospital, which is where I take Emma and Jane for their veterinary needs. The time Jane had to stay for the day, she wound up in the cage next to Portia. I saw on the tag of Portia's cage that she had no owner, and my heart immediately went out to her. She took to me readily, so I told my vet that when her fracture was healed, I'd take her home. Today was the day.

So far it hasn't been too hideous. I had to keep her locked in a large carrier for about an hour, while Emma growled and hissed. Jane hissed once or twice, but promptly decided it wasn't worth all the effort, so she calmed down. Once Emma calmed down a bit, meaning she was still growling and hissing, but wasn't actively trying to get at Portia, I let Portia out of the carrier. Aside from a couple of tense moments, there's only been a lot more growling and hissing. Portia is very happy to be out of a cage, running and jumping around, playing with cat toys. She is quite fond of the feather toy, parading around with it in her mouth looking for all the world like she just caught a bird.

Fingers crossed Emma will adjust. I keep telling her what a good girl she is and how much I love her. I pet her as much as she'll let me, which isn't a lot right now, as she's quite mad at me for bringing in an interloper. But direct hostilities haven't broken out, so I have high hopes.

Jane, on the other hand, is sleeping.