A Good Snuggle with Patsy Cline

She came to live here on Thursday. That day, Thelma was agitated and on high alert. She hobbled around to make sure that Chrissy Patsy Cline...ah, much better...was aware of her presence. Thursday night, Thelma slept on the table while Patsy Cline chose to sleep in the Rubbermaid box with no leaves or pine straw.

On Friday morning, Thelma was still vigilant. Friday night, this is how I found them.

Who doesn't like a good snuggle?

It appears they are friend after about 28 hours, a record around here. Thelma is on the front and is lighter and larger.

 

Saturday morning
Thelma and Patsy Cline

They were lying close to one another. Patsy Cline jumped up and Thelma decided she would stand, too. I think they became friends quickly because each had no other friend. How do you like their chicken toy? I painted it orange and was going to put blue stripes on it to make it an Auburn ladder, but that never happened.

And, all's well with the world. There is no more "Lonely Street" around here. When I saw them snuggled, I knew all would be well, and none of us would have to endure weeks of bickering and stress.

And, Patsy laid her first egg here, a very small one. But, she is a small hen. I thought New Hampshire Reds  were larger birds.

Your turn
Does it seem a solitary animal will be friendlier when integrated into your that has only one other animal than if multiple animals are already present? How do you like her name?