Yesterday was our one year anniversary of adopting Paul. Â He was such a worried little kitty. Â
He had been born at the shelter and adopted as a kitten. Â He was returned to the shelter after 11 months for being too active. Â He’d been there over year before we found him. Â The husband wanted him because he was cleaning himself when he first saw him and personal hygiene is important. Â He was also hanging out with a calico in the cat room and he figured that was good practice for living with Powder.
It took him a long time to get comfortable. Â Every step was a hard one. Â He hid in a closet for weeks and then under the bed for longer. Â We knew when he started coming out at night because he was finding cat toys under couches and bringing them out to play.
After a while he’d come out but wouldn’t come into the living room. Â He’d sit at the doorway and look in. Â I’m assuming it was a Powder rule that he wasn’t welcome. Â Now he hangs out in the living room with us. Â The final frontier was the bed.
This was this morning.  Now he has his own designated space during reading time.
He’s a thief. Â He takes anything he can. Â Let’s not forget the Fitbit incident. Â He loves to steal ear plugs. Â He plays with them and then leaves them for Freckles to eat. Â We’ve been getting better about putting the ear plugs in drawers. Â The other day I heard Freckles crunching on something and she didn’t seem happy. Â Turns out Paul had bit the earbuds off a pair of headphones and fed them too her. Â She didn’t like this new type of crunchy ear candy. Â I got them from her before she ate them.
He tries so hard to be tough but Powder still steals his food if we don’t watch. Â The other day Freckles jumped up on the bed and laid down partially on top of him. Â He was so offended. Â He took a second to psych himself up. Â Then he puffed himself has big as he could and hissed right in her face. Â She was asleep already and didn’t react. Â He was so sad. Â He looked over at me. Â I commiserated with him. Â “It’s hard being a bad ass when no one notices.”
Here’s to seeing what else you decide to do now that you are comfortable.
Happy belated Paul-iversary! You should have known from my experience with George that those one year old male shelter cats can be the best of thieves. If I could train him to be a little less noisy (and not meow to announce his presence) George would make off with anything shiny at a jewelry store. There would be an astonishing shortage of cubic zirconia in the world, if I let him outside.
~Litha Nelle
Aww, what a sweetie. He’s lucky to be a part of your family now. 🙂