Neither is Jack, for that matter. He knows we've got another Tom Cat here and that this cat is occupying part of his territory. There's been some growling and yodeling, but letting Jack see Patches through the Plexiglas so that they can get it out of their systems has helped. Jack still stands guard on his side of the partition staring at the closed closet door, but he's quiet. I'm really proud of him for handling this so well.
Patches is tired and weak. He eats, but not much. He cuddles, but mostly sleeps.
Patches sleeping, using my leg as a pillow.
Jack doesn't think that "fun" is an accurate description of what we brought home.
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