I am now officially a crazy cat person. Or at least a cat person.
So yesterday I finally became a crazy cat person. Or well, at least a cat person. Lily is a three year old Domestic Short Hair Torbie. I adopted her from the Boston MSPCA. She seems very friendly so far, in fact she was the friendliest cat I saw at the adoption center.
She can definitely jump. She has at least a 4 foot vertical leap to window sills, but seems a little unsure jumping down. Yeah I know, total cliché. She's also jumped from a window sill in my Bedroom right onto my bed, which I wasn't expecting.
She seems to be eating, drinking, and using the litter box all ok. She seems to favor window sills and a boxtop unintentionally left on a set of drawers for places to hang out.
Originally, I tried the "keep her in a smallish room with a closed door to make her feel safe" thing. To make a long story short, she decided "yeah enough of that I want to explore". And within a couple of hours she was catnapping on the couch beside me.
She can definitely jump. She has at least a 4 foot vertical leap to window sills, but seems a little unsure jumping down. Yeah I know, total cliché. She's also jumped from a window sill in my Bedroom right onto my bed, which I wasn't expecting.
She seems to be eating, drinking, and using the litter box all ok. She seems to favor window sills and a boxtop unintentionally left on a set of drawers for places to hang out.
Originally, I tried the "keep her in a smallish room with a closed door to make her feel safe" thing. To make a long story short, she decided "yeah enough of that I want to explore". And within a couple of hours she was catnapping on the couch beside me.