"We should get another cat," my husband said. "They'll be good company for Roxy." I wasn't convinced. After all, I already had my hands full with our rather demanding yet very adorable Burmese/British Shorthair cross – what if they didn't get along? Wouldn't two cats just be double the work? And yet in spite of my reservations, I found myself agreeing to a second cat shortly after Roxy's fourth birthday.
After carefully researching breeds and making sure we'd found a reputable breeder, we welcomed 13 week old British Shorthair kitten, Teddy, into our lives. But in spite of doing everything right – keeping them separated for several weeks, introducing their scents, doing slow introductions – Roxy was not impressed about the new bundle of fluff that had taken up residence in her home.
