Tomorrow is our 4 month anniversary and Fang gave me a gift tonight, he jumped up on the sofa, let me pet him and then sat with me a while! When I started fostering this toothless feral little lunatic, I didn’t think we’d ever get here – it’s been quite the ride…
We’ve had good days – the first time he figured out cat beds; the first time he played with toys; every time he jams his head into me demanding pets and purring…
We’ve had bad days – him peeing in my sneaker; the Great Litter Box War of 2020; ANY attempt to clip his nails…
He‘s made me laugh – discovering him in a drawer (aka Safehouse #2); wondering how a cat who’s lived on the streets for 7 years can choose not eating over eating hamburger meat; learning the downside of socializing a feral cat with food because he demands food the very same way he demands pets so one time I was offering him mackerel skin and he jammed his head straight into it and rubbed…
He’s made me sad – looking at his little snipped ear; that he always looks mad or sad because he has no teeth to hold his lips up; his little voiceless meow (that also confuses the heck out of me because he has a voice, he used to sit on top of his house in Thunderdome and yowl his fool head off)…
All in all, I think we make pretty great covid companions… #luckygal #feralfang