If you follow me on Instagram at all, you’ve probably noticed I post a metric ton of cat photos. You’ve also probably noticed that I’ve adopted a second cat.
I posted back in March when I adopted Calluna, but I didn’t make a post for Gigi. It was partly because I hadn’t really settled on her name until later, but also because I wasn’t sure if I would be keeping her.
Back in April, after I returned from my Nicaragua trip, I was having some behavioral issues with Calluna. She had started to howl and cry in the middle of the night, and would continue to do so for hours until the morning when I get out of bed to feed her. Originally I thought it was because she was hungry, but if I fed her at 3 or 4 am (when she started the howling) she would only be quiet for about 15 minutes while she ate, and then she’d start up again.
After that, I thought it was probably revenge on me, for being out of town for a week and leaving her alone. However, I did have my neighbor (who has a cat of her own) come in and feed/play with Calluna every day for the express purpose to prevent her from being lonely. After two weeks with no improvements, I feared maybe there was an underlying medical issue and I took her to the vet. $300 in tests later, she checks out perfectly healthy. The vet said it sounded like she was acting as if she was in heat, but that that cause is impossible because she is spayed. He said it was very weird, but my options included putting her on some Prozac to calm her down or consider getting a second cat.
Needless to say, I did not want to put her on Prozac. As the vet put it, doing so would be like putting a nail in a wall with a sledgehammer—overkill. So I decided to consider a second cat. I talked with a few friends who have more than one cat and they reassured me that it’s not much more difficult than having one. My main concern was them getting along, as I did not want to have them hate each other, which I knew was a possibility if their personalities didn’t mesh. I opted to get a kitten, since a younger cat would be easier for Calluna to adjust to and Callie is still pretty young, herself. (She is about a year and a half old.)
So I went to a kitten rescue to meet some kittens. Gigi (who was called something different at the rescue) was a 4-month (now 6-months!) old tortoiseshell-colored kitten. She was following around an older male cat and was very playful, though timid when I approached her. The owner of the rescue assured me that she is skittish but warms up after some time. I decided to take her home and see how well she would do with Calluna, with the understanding that if they didn’t get along after a week or two that I could bring her back to the rescue.
Obviously, things worked out swimmingly. Calluna only hissed at Gigi for about a week before she got over it. Gigi was constantly approaching her, wanting to play. Now, they’re seriously inseparable and do everything together—they sleep together, lick/groom each other, play together, chase each other in circles around my apartment, etc. They also kind of eat together, but I have to keep them separated a bit because Gigi is still getting kitten food. They both sleep with me at night, too.
I’m pleasantly surprised at how well they’re getting on, and extremely pleased that it’s worked out so well. Calluna has completely stopped howling in the middle of the night, basically starting the day I brought Gigi home. The only one who “cries” now, funnily enough, is Gigi, at around 8 am right after I hit snooze on my alarm, because she really wants me to get up and feed her. But I can’t be mad about it, because she has the cutest, tiniest mew ever.