My Frank was like that when I brought home my Nikki as an eight-week-old
kitten (she would have been pts if I hadn't taken her). At first he was a
little bemused at this suicidal muffin that came bouncing towards him all
poofed out, but then Nikki discovered a teat on him and sucked away happily,
and he groomed her, and since then they have been the best of friends. For
over 15 years now.

He sounds like a wonderful cat! I'm sure they'll have a happy reunion
in a few weeks when she comes back.

Joyce

Sammy, Little Bit, Rocky and I all want to welcome you to the group
(RL got in the way and I was off line for a few days, so am just now
catching up.) I didn't catch your first message until you had already
made the decision to let Crystal go back and stay with her mom a while
longer (the right decision IMHO).

Your story reminded me of when I was faced with finding homes for
Little Bit's babies. At the time I didn't realise I needed any cats,
she was just a pregnant stray I let in out of an ice storm who was
supposed to stay overnight. Anyway, when she had her kittens a couple
nights after moving in. I checked with a local pet store who agreed to
take the kittens, but didn't want anything to do with LB. Thing was
that they wanted the kittens at 6 weeks, which seemed awfully young to
me even though I really didn't know anything (this was before I
started reading newsgroups). I asked a cat crazy friend, and was told
in no uncertain terms that the store figured they could sell cute
younger kittens faster, rather than waiting a couple weeks to give
them more time with their mom, which was best for the babies.

To make a long story shorter, I decided to hang on to the kits a
couple weeks longer. Gave me more time to find homes for them instead
of dumping them at the pet store. Which, of course gave them enough
time to finish wrapping me around their little paws. When all was said
and done, I ended up keeping LB and Sammy, one of the babies, and
joined the ranks of cat crazies myself.