So, the strange cat smells continued, but I was pretty cool with that. The lawn mowers came with their dastardy noisy machines this a.m., and therefore I retreated, as is my wont, to the cedar closet.
My mistress came home and I was just coming to greet her, when our house guest, whom I have known for years, approached with a strange cat! We rubbed noses, and what can I say, this was NOT the cat I had expected. I growled and spat. He retreated. I raised my fur and fluffed my tail out until I was huge. I lunged. I spat. I growled. I totally lost control. Strange cat retreated to a chair in his room. I continued my advance until herded out of the room. I growled and spa at the guest.
My mistress said this wasn't what she had expected of a gracious hostess. Everyone said, "well, back to square one. We tried to do this too fast." I sulked for a while.
Later, they opened the storeroom door, and I got another look at the strange cat. A handsome orange Tom. Now he spat at me. I went into the room and climbed into his carrier; that was when he spat. I sniffed the bedding which smell somewhat like me. WTF?
We stared at each other for a good long time, in a kind of Mexican standoff. Everyone seemed pleased and we both received treats. I feel somewhat better now.
What does the morrow hold?