I don’t know why I hadn’t mentioned this previously, but KM has a friend. A red kitty, a boy kitty, an intact kitty. He’s been around a couple of months. I think his mom was Carla, because one of his ears is curled back like her’s was.
Anyway, we rarely saw him, but little by little, we’d see flashes of him as he ran off.
I guess KM let him know that we weren’t monsters and he would trot off when he saw us, no longer did he jet.
I would ask Kitty where his little buddy was and, of course, the name “Gilligan” came naturally after that.
Gilligan now doesn’t run out of sight whenever it’s time for breakfast or dinner, but he will move outside of the gate. And if I’m inside, if I crank open one of the windows real slow while he’s eating at night and talk to him softly, he just looks at me and doesn’t run off.
I’m glad Meeze has a buddy.
Meeze would be gone during the day, spending time with Gilligan, but he’s recently stayed around here, fof most of the day. Maybe one day Gilly will do the same thing.
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