When I woke up this morning, I discovered two tigers on the bed at Katherine's feet. This made me smile. At the same time, all is not well in the Kitten Farm West -- the Catzilla Brothers comfortable were on the bed because we're back to quarantining the Grey Mouser at night.
Basically, we don't think the Mouser is adjusting to the boys. He's comfortable enough to defend his personal space and to visit with humans upstairs, but sharing is not on his agenda at all.
Katherine was actually traveling (again) during the scratched nose incident, but she got her own dose of Mouser vs. Catzilla Round XXXVII when within a few hours of her arrival home on Saturday when vocal expressions of pending warfare came out of the library.
This is not say that Whitey and Billy don't share some of the blame for intruding. However, they were here first, and we (and her Emilyness) taught them rules that the Mouser doesn't follow.
We're back to looking for the Mouser's original owners, and unless the Mouser adjusts to the Kitten Farm better while we search, after that we'll gently work on finding him a new home where he can be the sole lord and master.