Another family meeting. All of us agree that Pumpkin has become a part of our family. None of us can face the thought of giving him up. So we are his family.
Well, at least three of us are convinced that this would be good. But, we still have to sell Kyla, our 11-year old tabby, on the idea. She already knows that he's in the house. She has sniffed the toys that he plays with, and she often crouches near the door of his room.
Their first actual face-to-face meeting did not go as we had envisioned. Rather than Kyla exerting her dominance, she was attacked by this little puff of black fur half her size. So, we quickly separated them, knowing that we would have to be patient and give it a bit more time.