So far, no posters or mentions in the paper of lost cats. Not for these two, anyway. I think they were both abandoned, Skip before Spot. I think Spot’s abandonment was more recent.
Anyway, a short recap. When Skippy came here, I couldn’t get near him. Then he walked into the trap via the garage cat door. Then he got neutered, spent a week in a large dog crate. The first couple of days he hid behind the curtain (towel). Then I took that out and took my chances petting him. I got slapped a couple of times when I scraped the bottom of the crate to clean up all the kicked out litter. I let him out and he caught on to coming in at night. Then Spot shows up and Skippy took him under his wing.
Skippy would not let Spotty out of his sight. Wherever Spot laid down, Skippy was close by. Wherever Spot went in the yard, Skippy followed.
The plus to all this was that Skippy got a lot more relaxed around me. Since I was no threat to his buddy, I’d most likely be no threat to him. I guess he understood that, because he’d come up to me and let me pet him, he started rubbing up against my legs. Yesterday, I even heard him purr. The first time!
And I think having Spot here just made Skippy all around more relaxed. Because right now, Spot is sleeping on the bed, on my pillow. Skippy is outside in the ferns. I was able to reach in and let him sniff me and give him a little scritch between his ears. He didn’t get up, he didn’t run, he just stayed where he was, all kicked back.
Spot was a godsend.
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