No room in the inn.
The cat tree is a popular choice these days. Might need to grow a few more so everyone has a cozy spot. I've been dreaming about adding one to the bedroom, hoping it might provide a little more room on the bed for the humans. Maybe it'll be a gift to us all when Oliver finally comes inside!
Nahum giving the back legs a rest.
I haven't given up on Oliver coming inside. I've been too chicken to do formal introductions between the cats, so instead I have been carrying Oliver in my arms and parading him around the inside of the house. Theo is curious about him, and Buddy goes crazy when he sees him, everyone else just ignores him like their old mates, and bless Oliver's heart, he's calm as can be. He doesn't like having Oliver yell, spit and hiss at him but he's completely cool with everyone else. I think it helps that he's in my arms, because he seems to take a lot of comfort being close to me. Every so often he checks in with me by giving my chin a head bonk!
Seeing how calm Oliver was at the vet a few weeks back has given me more courage to go forward with the introductions. I think I just fear some kind of blood bath unfolding while I look on in horror. This introduction seems quite different than the others because Oliver is already acquainted with me, the house and to some degree the cats. I just need to get over the fear and let him meet Theo and Nahum on his own four paws, while I watch with water pistol, long handled broom and thick leather gloves in hand.