Tonk Tonk Tonk Tonk!

I got an email back from my friend, the Tonkinese breeder, and lo and behold, dontcha know, I was right?

Our little guy is indeed a Tonkinese (probably a mix) and is definitely a Champagne Point. So I guess I can't say I'll never have anything but a Siamese again, right? Truly I'd gone back and forth over the years, as this friend of mine is very enamoured of the Tonk breed, and she's quite persuasive. So this way, I landed one by luck of the draw!

Anyway, I'm not so sure I agree with the "feral" diagnosis. He's just so sweet.

But convincing The Meezer of that is something else again:

This is the closest I could get her on her own...

So this evening, I took matters in hand, and carried her into the room (in full protest, which is disconcerting, let me tell you). She cried and cried, and I set her down in the room with the door closed, and my back to it. Then I got on the floor with her, and the new little man came right up to her, in the friendliest fashion, Hi, ma'am, how are you? Can we be friends?

HISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

Which I translated to say "Hell, no, you little twerp, get away from me!"

and off he ambled, with his little head cocked to the side (which is the way it stays)...

and back he came again (in between hisses, The Meezer cried and cried). She was a mass of trembles in my arms...sitting hunkered down in my crossed legs...

(Hisss and cry, cry and hisss)

over and over the little guy tried. He's such a cheerful thing, and definitely has the disposition to take on The Meezer, if anyone does! But finally he said, Okay. Be that way...and went off and stretched out on the floor.

And The Meezer cried and hissed, hissed and cried.

I finally gave up and opened the door to let her out.

Later, I fixed their dinner. The Tonk (yes, I think we'll call him that here) was ravenous (as kitties unsure of their next meals, are wont to be). And then, I opened the door to his room and invited him out.

(As reasonably sized as this 2 bedroom townhouse is? It must have appeared huge to him, and I'd already closed off my bedroom, to keep that just The Meezer's domain for the time being)

He circled and circled, checking everything out...wandering up and around and hither and yon. He's very good, if you say "No" he stops and turns around off in a different direction to see something else. And does have a touch of the ADHD of most teenage cats in him. Everywhere he goes his head is cocked to one side, of course. He looks so impishly endearing that way.

And The Meezer sat under the wingchair and each time he came near, she hissed (but she had stopped crying and didn't do that again).

After a bit, I think The Tonk was a little overwhelmed, so I brought him back upstairs (but you know, he's had a taste of what's beyond the door so he won't be that happy in the office from now on). He's played with the laser light (OH! WOW!) and is chowing down on kibble now. It's time for bed, and he'll settle in for the night...

The Meezer will no doubt snuggle with me. She's not in love yet, but we've certainly made progress in a short time.
(whew)

I did work this weekend:

My contribution to the Sedalia Door Prize selection - the Chocoholic's Posy Sock Sack, Oressa, mini-baglet, and key fob.

(and there are a few more things finished, too.)

Oh, and I'll have a food post over on Nana Sadie's Place for Meatless Monday tomorrow...you might want to check it out!

Have a good week!