He’s very slowly acclimating. He has a new spot, not under the loveseat, but at the bottom of the cat tree forest in the garage, next to the litterboxes. From there, he can watch and meet the other cats. Hopefully, once he gets used to them and realizes they aren’t a threat to his happiness and wellbeing, he’ll come out of his shell.
His fur is very soft, but not very abundant, which surprises me.
He’s only been here three weeks and he was used to being the king of his little community, from what I understand, and this place is so different. I really hope he comes around sooner rather than later. I’d love to get some pictures of him, but his little cubbyhole is dark and it’s hard to focus a camera in a dark area.