He’s In!

I was afraid he’d fled the deck last night after I spilled the tuna near his “safe place”, but true to form for a scared indoor cat, he didn’t go far, he just crawled into the hot tub shed. When I opened the door, he started crying louder than I’ve ever heard him cry, but didn’t move. I ran & got the special treat food (tuna FTW!) & came back & he was still there just crying at me, so I reached down, scruffed him, lifted him out keeping one hand scruffing & the other wrapped around the rest of him & ran like hell towards the bedroom with him. He almost escaped out the door again, but we got it shut in the nick of time.

He’s in the litter box right now (well, he was when I originally typed that), he’s eaten well, I’ve seen him drink. He’s let all three of us scritch him under the chin & behind the ears. He’s exploring. He’s *totally* ignoring ‘Spew who is being a raging bitch about the strange smelling TimTheCat in the house…

Cats may have nine lives, pretty sure Tim has at least eight left, but I only have one & I’m pretty sure that whole ordeal took a few years off it.

From TimTheCat