Meet Fig

I have been begging Nick for a cat for a very long time. With ever single mouse infestation I have been trying to use that as leverage to bring home a little feline from the pound. WELL, I finally got my way. First off, to be fair Nick is allergic to cats which is a good reason not to have one. And I do have a cat, Milo, who is currently living at my parents, doesn't really like kids, and is kind of a scaredy cat who is very happy with his life. We definitely NEEDED a kitten. And so my Uncle Eric and Aunt Shirley ended up with 4 stray cats... (that incidentally became 5 stray cats) and among them was Figero. He was very skittish of people. Especially little people. He adopted me right away though. He always responds when I call him and purrs and rubs all over me. I read that wrapping a feral cat in a towel twice a day for 20 minutes, petting, and talking softly helps them build trust. He is not nearly that wild, but I thought I would give it a go since he is so skittish. I have only been doing this for 2 days, and along with helpings of canned cat food, he seems to be warming up quite nicely.

I had a tabby very similar to this one named "Tigger" growing up who was insanely tame that we would dress up in doll clothes and push around in a toy stroller. So I call this "Tigger Training". I don't know if Fig will ever let us dress him in frilly little dresses... but he has a very sweet temperament and doesn't attack Anastasia when she carries him by the neck. They both need a little work I guess. But let me tell you, life seems all the more complete with a cat. A cat really makes things a little more cozy and homey--even if he does live on the porch.