Sadness in the House

Alice is a no-go. After seeing her lunge at Photon and seriously *bite* him last night, J and I realized that our vague concerns that she might be too aggressive for our household  were on the money. She'd been nipping and biting at James for awhile, but when we saw her go after Photon that was pretty much it. If she's this aggro as a kitten, she'll only be more so as she grows. It's a shame too, because she'd be a great cat for us under different circumstances.

Turns out the lady who'd been fostering her had no idea how aggressive she was because her own cats are so fantastically aggressive that Alice has had to hold her own against a full grown tom. Christ. She's already internalized the lesson that the way you deal with other cats is to whomp them before they whomp you. Phot does not whomp. He loves. And Vespers, well, what can you say...

So, that's the end of that. Alice is on her way to being a Rudy cat (the original Johnny Cash cat) - hopefully she'll find a good home.