Yes, it's been one year since the little monster came to live with us...he's a much better kitty now than he was back then...
|The "little thug"|
|Looking out the window|
|Getting some fresh air|
|String and crinkly paper...a perfectly pleased kitty|
|Not everyone can say they have a little monster in their bathroom sink...|
|He has learned to love lap time...|
|He might be plotting to take over the world...or just contemplating his next move in Star Craft...whatever it is, the little wheels are turning in that little kitty head...|
|One year later....|
His tail is always twitchy so that is at times a false positive...or false negative...or...who knows what the fuck it means, he's unpredictable.
It makes me sad to think that someone abused him to make him the way he is...we've been patient with him, we have loved him, kept him safe, have made him fat, and spoil him rotten with lots of toys and attention...he lives in the bathroom, so he's always going to have visitors. I feel bad that he doesn't get along with the other cats (yet.) We're working on it. We transfer him to our library and to the living room alternately so he has lap time with people and there are doors with windows through which he can glare at the other cats and stick his paws out at them...and they can stare at him without fear of him jumping on their backs and coming away with a mouthful of fur...
Other people gave up on him...which is how he wound up hiding underneath our porch one year ago during a bitter cold spell in March. Hungry, cold, scared, his ear clipped by a TNR group and the fur growing back on his backside where he had recently been neutered. Cut loose to work it out on his own because he was unwanted...
I feel good that we have adopted him into our family...which means, we have saved his life.
He's a little monster, our little Monster... yes, his name is The Little Monster...or Monster for short.