They are obviously traumatized from living in the shelter, and who knows what before that. I call them scairdy cats sometimes. Each day they relax their vigilance brought on by the traumas of their past.
We sat down to meditate for the first time since getting them today, and Ella was clawing at Anandi's foot.
Ella proceeded to snuggle in, head butt her. She brushed by me. We laughed. And that was all after chasing the bird off the air conditioner near our shrine.
As always, you focus on the breath. The cats will learn we don't pet them when we're meditating. But they did like it when we finished.