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Moving in with someone else, you get all of their stuff. That huge couch that's impossible to move. All those dishes and cookware. And another cat.

Libby was my boyfriend's cat, but since we share the same address, she's now my cat. But in reality, she's still his. When I talk about her to him, it's "your cat did this," "your cat did that." Never our cat.

Not that it's any different with my three cats. It's "my cats did this." The separation is still there between us humans.

As everyone settles into their new routine, it's become very obvious that the separation also is there for the cats. If Libby is downstairs watching TV with me, my three are nowhere to be found (usually they are upstairs asleep). If Julian is downstairs with me, Abbey and Apple will make an appearance, play with toys or just hang out. Libby is curled up on the guest bed upstairs, fast asleep.

It's rare outside feeding time the four of them are in one room together.

I'd like to get them all to be more comfortable around each other. And I know Bruce would love the same. I'm open to suggestions to encourage socialization.