So...

 

How did it go?

Skittles (or name to be determined) had a quiet night in the catio, in the garage.  I was awake just before 5:00 am, and went out to check on her.  Quiet and calm, but she looks unsure; which is to be expected.

I got her some soft food and fresh water.  She did not move to go to the food while I was watching.  I gave her some petting and talked softly to her.

When Joan got up and went out to check on her, she had eaten the soft food... and then back being in a little ball on her blanket.

Joan called around to see if we could get a vet appointment today, but no answer.  Probably closed for the day for the holiday.

In the meantime...

 

Her little paws are tucked, so I have to think she isn't feeling distressed.  Probably the perspective with Murphy, but she seems so tiny.

Joan did manage to get a vet appointment for 6:30 this evening.

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Mid-morning, Joan said she wanted to move the catio out into our courtyard.  She carried the little silver girl while I rolled the catio through the house and into the yard.

I had been wondering if Murphy was aware that there was another cat out in the garage.  I'm going with: no.  When he saw her being carried through the house, he bristled and hissed.  Murphy is a definite Alpha, so I think it was a show of dominance rather than anger.

With umbrellas up so there is plenty of shade, Joan put the little girl into the catio, and we watched.  Skittles (or name to be determined) perked up right away.  As far as we know, outdoors is all she knows.  She was looking around with curiosity, not fear.

Joan let Murphy out, and he went right to the catio.  We did not let him get too close.  Yes, there was a hiss, but not spitty - you can tell when Murph is mad, and this wasn't that.  Curiosity on both of their parts, but the little girl did not seem fearful.

 I brought a guitar out, played and sang quietly.  Murph likes the music, Skittles looked on with interest.  I was thinking: music soothes the savage beast.  OK, neither of these felines are savage.  It's a start.  I won't let Murph get close until we get through a wellness check on the feline formerly known as Skittles.