Well, Jacob still rules this roost, old and creaky and CRF-y or not.

The cats continue to interact amazingly well. They're still cautious
around each other, but overall, they're getting along swimmingly.
They'll lie within one or two feet of each other, they'll follow one
another into different rooms, and they'll gradually get closer to
each other and do a little sniffing.

So, why do I say that Jacob is still king? Well, Natasha apparently
decided that it would be fun to play with Camille and went charging
after Camille when Camille was going 'round one of the sofas.
Camille, OTOH, did *not* feel that she is yet ready to play with the
new kitties, so she started hissing and growling (pretty mildly,
surprisingly, but approximately to the extent that she does when
Oscar is pi$$ing her off). Well, Jacob heard the hissing and was off
the couch like a shot, rushing over to "break up" the altercation-
exactly like he used to do with Alex when Alex was whopping one of
the other cats. Immediately, all hissing and growling stopped,
Natasha walked away and Camille chilled out.

I'm so proud of my little guy. :-)

It would seem that there is at least a partial sight component in cat
interactions. Whenever Oscar sees Camille when he's walking around,
he stops and waits to see if he garners any hissing- not because he
cares if Camille hisses at him, but because until he gets close
enough to be sure, he can't tell the difference between Natasha and
Camille. Once he figures out that it's Camille, he walks right by. If
it's Natasha, he cuts a wider berth as he is apparently still
figuring out whether or not she likes him. She'll hiss, just once, if
he's getting too close for her tastes, but that's the extent of the
aggressive/defensive behavior.

Natasha has also decided that Jacob is King Kitty, because he can
walk right up to her and she does nothing, *and* she has taken to
following him around. When I was giving Jacob his fluids today,
Natasha sat right next to him and watched the entire process. Not a
peep out of either of them.

The cats are all drinking and using the litterboxes, although they do
seem to be eating a little bit less than usual, with the notable
exception of Jacob. I simply can't get over how *utterly* unconcerned
he is with this whole upheaval in his environment. He's eating like a
little piglet, doing all his usual things and simply doesn't care
that there are two new cats in his house. I thought that since it had
been quite a while since any new cats had been introduced into the
household, that he might have lost a bit of his equanimity in
accepting new cats, but he hasn't in the least.

Jack is still deciding whether or not to grace me with his affection,
which his old catmommy said is his wont. He's a bit suspicious and
hasn't yet decided to like me. He has, however, come to me twice when
I've called him, allowed me to pet him, and stopped sleeping under
the couch. Now that he has been walking around, I've gotten a better
gauge of his size. As I mentioned before, he's definitely not
overweight. However, he is also a *big* cat. He is by far the largest
of the five. He's also the biggest chicken. Typical. ;-)

So, that's day two of the smoothest cat introduction I've ever seen.

Laura