What Are Cats Saying?

My family recently took in Blanche, a beautiful white cat whose family moved and could not take her along. 
For the most part, Blanche settled in fine, but she was not keen on one thing.  Actually, four things. 
Barney, Piewacket, Poe, and Hekate.  My other cats.


After much flirting and negotiating, the big male, Barney weaseled his way into Blanche's space.  Mostly by crying at her when she growled at him.

This morning, Barney was happily rubbing his face in Blanche's catnip stash, when she came into the room. 
Barney froze in his tracks, looked over, and asked her cautiously "Meow?"
"Mew."  Blanch confirmed.
"Meow..." Barney acknowledged sadly, watching as Blanche carefully made her way to her food dish, putting as much space between her and him as possible.
Soon, Blanche was having her fill as Barney moved himself onto my bed.  Nevermind that it's been pouring and he is dripping wet...

Still, as long as there are no cat yowls filling the air, I consider it a peaceful encounter.
Maybe tomorrow, Blanche will give Barney more than a one syllable response.

Maybe...