She’s about three months old now and according to a calculation we found online, she will perhaps be about 25kg when full grown, which is what we’d been thinking. She seems quite self-confident and Rosie has been wanting her to play, but it’s probably a little soon.
If the light is reasonable, she seems to have enough vision to see movement, but in poor light she seems unable to pick up on anything. While she may not be completely deaf, she hears very little and the rescue people described as completely deaf.
Most of the cats haven’t been to bothered by her arrival, though Pirata isn’t pulling a happy face and Anubis was utterly horrified. She looked like something out of a cartoon as she skidded across the patio upon meeting Queenie and disappeared through the back door, almost shredding Tinkerbelle on the way. We found her halfway up the metal gate at the front of the hallway and when I got her down, she threatened every dog in spitting distance before racing down the hallway, turning a sharp right and then wedging herself into the rear of the fridge beside the compressor. She came out 20 minutes later, but she’s also not looking happy.
Queenie is now lying calmly with her head by Kate’s feet – it’s probably the fumes!