I blame the cats.
I know that transitioning a new cat or kitten to the current residents can be tough, but Vincent and Piper not only ignored the orphan kitten Fiona, they hissed and batted at her whenever she toddled near.
We kept the kitten in a large crate for her own protection, and would allow her out only under close supervision. In search of a pack of her own, and at the risk of using a cliche, Fiona went to the dogs. To this day, I think the little cat firmly believes she is one.
It started with Chiko, our old Aussie terrier. The elder statesman was the first to be tolerant, even affectionate, of Fiona, and she would nap with him whenever she could.
Then the kitten discovered Levi, Matt’s black Lab. In Levi, Fiona found her soul mate.
I got the first inkling of the strength of the relationship one day in the kitchen, when Fiona ran under my foot and I accidentally stepped on part of her tail. She squealed in protest and ran! –straight to Levi, where she hid against his chest and he looked at me with what I can only describe as reproach.
What can I say? When love strikes, you just gotta go with it.