... I adopted another cat while I was away last week. And she is going back to the shelter tonight.
I thought I had found the perfect companion for Little Girl. A six-month-old spayed female, playful and frisky and loving and friendly.
And Little Girl is afraid of her.
I have worked and worked and WORKED with the two cats, trying to get Little Girl to accept the new kitty. And she just won't. Every time the new kitty sees Little Girl, she goes charging after her in play, and Little Girl runs away in fear.
If circumstances were different, I would give this more time. I would give the two cats all the time they needed to get used to each other. But Little Girl has a heart condition, and now she won't even come into the house because she is so frightened of the new kitty, and the temps outside are supposed to hit ninety-five this weekend. I don't know what else to do but take the new kitty back to the shelter. (The shelter, by the way, is working with me on this, and is fine with taking the new kitty back. It is a no-kill shelter, so the new kitty will go back up for adoption until she finds a new home. That does not make this any easier.)
I was going to name her Sideshow Betty.