When I walk into the guest bedroom, Rufus is almost always either on his cat bed (which is usually located at the bottom of the cat tree, which is near the window. This is the cat tree that was upstairs in the foster room, but I was afraid that Maggie would opt to give birth in the condo on the second “floor” of the cat tree, and I further thought that Rufus might like to have something familiar around when we brought him home from the vet last Friday) or hanging out under the bed. When I sit down, he stands up from wherever he is, and he streeeeetches and rubs against whatever’s closest (usually the bottom of the bed) and streeeeetches some more, and then slowly makes his way over to me. Then, depending on his mood, he either sits against me and lets me pet him, or he climbs into my lap and rolls around while I pet him.
Occasionally I let one of the other cats – usually Jake or Elwood – into the room with me. Rufus is always happy to see another cat – his tail goes straight up in the air – but for the most part none of our cats want anything to do with Rufus yet. They’re mostly interested in eating his food, since it’s different than what they get. Elwood even GROWLS at Rufus if Rufus should happen to think he’s going to have a bite of his own food while Elwood’s in there. Oh, that makes me so mad! So I’ve started putting the food bowl up where they can’t get to it, and then when they want back out, I give Rufus his food bowl back.
Corbie did go in and touch noses with Rufus, so I suppose that’s a start. Poor Rufus. He just wants friends!
(No babies yet, obviously.)
Poor Alice. She was laying in that box, then Joe Bob got on top of it, and started smacking at the side of the box, and it scared her. See the baleful look she’s giving him? (Pardon the 63 pairs of shoes in the background. We have GOT to do something about getting that area cleaned up, I swear. Some day.)
2010: So, sit down. (AKA: See Baby Corbie!!!)
2009: No entry.
2008: No entry.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.