a good day

Nov 22, 2011 22:09

Last night I threw out all the information I had been given about Basil and looked at what I really had. It was time to stop being angry about what I had been told and take stock of what I knew to be true after living with him for a week. I have been gifted with an abused cat. There is no reason for a cat to turn into a cringing ball in your arms unless it has been hit enough to learn fear.
I spent the day touching him, I would walk up to him as he sat in a chair and pet him and then leave. He was on the verge of bolting all morning, but about 430 he leaned into the scritch behind his ear rather then away from it. When I put him outside I went with him onto the porch, I held him and petted him before putting him down and letting him slink away.
This evening, when he started howling in the hall I called him as usual and this time he came and spent time with me on the bed. He purred and rubbed and let me know that I was now ok. He seems to have accepted that he is here now.
He is still misbehaving, I was working in the basement under the kitchen tonight and heard him jump off the counter top or table 3 times, but i think i will work on trust for a bit and manners in a few days.
I think I am giving him another week, Im a sucker for a purring cat.
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