I cannot stand seeing animals in cages. It really makes me want to cry. We went over to the Ark for a few times that week to play with the cats, and this one really spoke to us. I was in love. He was the sweetest thing, had the kindest eyes I'd ever seen. I was hooked. I wanted to take him home and give him a home.
He was very young when we first visited him, so we had to wait a couple weeks before we were allowed to take him home. And when the day finally arrived, he had some diarrhea, and was on antibiotics, so we had to let him stay at the shelter for another week or so.
But the day eventually arrived, and we used the week before to prepare the house for his homecoming. He was not as shy as Ozzy, and as soon as we put him down at home, he immediately started exploring around. Our main concern was Ozzy, who obviously didn't find it funny at all.
For the first week they had to be kept separate. Ozzy was too aggressive when around Pickle, and it broke my heart to the point where I second guessed my decision of bringing Pickle home. What if they never got along?
I spoke to so many people who told me it was perfectly normal, as Ozzy was seeing his territory being threatened by another kitten. I was told to be patient and wait, because they would definitely get along in the end. It would just take some time. I kept feeding them separately for the first few weeks, so they wouldn't start fighting over food, etc., and just when I was about to lose hope, they started sleeping together, playing around and not fighting at all!