Comfort Zone

Our halo is now down to 5 feet, and now that we both realize that there is no threat, the hissing and growling are not quite as sincere and are now just for show. We even found ourselves in the bath room together, although I didn't notice until later, since I was preoccupied with getting up on the sink and scooping myself a drink.

Halo

I have just about taken over this place, but the fluffy one still puts up a fight. Resistance is futile, especially when I find out where her food dish is. She continues to examine me from a distance, but our hissy halo grows smaller and smaller with each passing hour. Last night it was the entire length of the room, but now it's a mere 10 feet. She's slowly coming to the conclusion that we are to share this space, 50-50 now, soon to be 75-25.

I am transported back in time

I didn't have a clock, but it seemed like 5 hours in my cat box in the car. Just because I'm named after a Norse god, they must think I have the bladder of one. At our final arrival, I am set on the porch as they allow the previous creature to exit the premises. She stops dead in her tracks when she sees me, but that's a typical reaction from the females I've met. We do some territorial hissing, but then I'm led inside, while she continues her dash outside, and I have the place to myself for awhile. This place seems vaguely familiar, but I still take some time to get used to the new smells and sights and creaks. I promptly go up on the table and tip over a vase of flowers just to show who's in charge, then spend a little time lying in each room. When the fluffy creature is returned, she is placed in a room by herself, but she still can't resist sneaking glances at me from below the door. We hiss at each other a few times for good measure, but I don't see any problems from her. This should turn out fine.