My bestie came to visit (the last time she was down here) and she brought me a prezzie. A kitty cat named Mario! A gift that keeps on giving!
He's sure come a long way in that time, being tossed into a home with a bazillion other cats, all having their own place in the kitty heirarchy. A cat who'd been the boss wherever he went in his previous life. What the hell happened to his life? What was this zoo he'd come to live in?
Well, after finding out the resident cats didn't take kindly to having their tails slapped and attacked from above (I kind of think that's how he played with his old doggy buddy) and the cats shunned him because of that and were quick to defend themselves against him, even though he meant no harm. And he took to hiding.
Anyway, it took a while, but now he's officially part of the family. He hangs with us in the family room when we watch tv at night and he sleeps on my side of the bed at night (and often during the day), snugged up against me. He roams the yard as if he's always been here, and it's like he's always been here.
He's come a long way in two years.
Happy Gotcha Day, Mario!
Here's a little video I took of him this morning. He was talky!