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August 6, 2015 / ljbradburn-Smith

Our Moon

20150805_223548My brother was born when I was around two and a half. We had a great childhood together (bar the occasional arm twisting/wrestling accident) full of naughtiness and fake weddings to the neighboring children. As an adult he continues to be one of my very best friends but apparently things weren’t always so plain sailing. In more recent years our mum has recounted the story about how she found me sitting on the doorstep crying, shortly after Ruaidhri was born, and when she asked me what was wrong I explained that having a little brother wasn’t all it was cracked up to be (I’m paraphrasing slightly) and that he couldn’t even play! I mean, who invented babies that couldn’t play!

So, yesterday when we introduced our new tiny kitten, Moon, to our still-quite-small young cat I wasn’t expecting them to bond immediately.  It went a bit like this;

Rocky took ages to even notice that what I was holding was alive and was much more interested in trying to eat her food, he then noticed and sniffed a bit and then, being the elder and more mature of the two, allowed Moon to hiss at him first before he retaliated with a louder, scarier hiss. There was definitely no love headbutts or paw holding but I am holding out hope that, much like my brother and I, all that is needed is a bit more time and they will eventually be able to live in relative hiss-free harmony without trying to eat each other.

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