Harold and I are doing very well. He spent the first week in hiding; he would come out briefly for food and some cuddle time. The second week, he came out a little more every day, but would only stay in the kitty room I put together for him, even though I had a baby gate up so he could come and go.
At the end of week two, I took him in to have his mouth checked out at the Dumb Friends League because he’d had several teeth removed. He hated the car ride, but was great while the vet examined him.
I got back home, and within a few hours he was wandering around the house and exploring, completely unfettered by my dogs and curiously playful with my other cats. He slept with me that night. He is curled up on my lap as I write this now.
It was like taking him to see the vet and bringing him back home made him realize this was his home, he was safe and I’d always bring him back. He is happy, playful and affectionate, and I just love his squishy face! I know he will have a long, happy life with me!
-- JulieAnn B.