Freddie Fender (the name affectionately given to him by his foster family, which I quite like and am keeping!!) is doing well in his new home. He sometimes has difficulty walking…no, not because of his fan-belt injuries…because he can only take a few steps before he flops over for a belly rub! He had his own room for the first couple days with me, but then I caved and let him out “early” (i.e., basically I completely failed at following the correct new cat introduction plan).  He’s getting along “okay” with his housemates (Frankie and Spitz)…though, he’s a bit of a ‘confused bully’ and will chase Frankie and Spitz around until they start hissing at him, then later snuggle up with them on the bed as if saying “Yeah, I know I was just tormenting you, but you don’t mind sharing some of your body heat with me, do you???”

Freddie apparently has lived a very exciting life. When he’s not busy laying on his back for belly rubs, he is frequently jogging beside me relaying seemingly fascinating stories. I can’t say for sure, but based on the sheer enthusiasm and urgency in his voice, I believe one of his adventures went something like this:  “Timmy fell down the well but Lassie was sound asleep!! So I fetched a ladder and put it in the well and single-pawedly saved Timmy!!!!”

He doesn’t mind vacuum cleaners, thinks hairdryers are bad, is wildly un-amused by my bird (wait until she learns to yell at him by name!!), quite enjoys the window cat beds, LOVES the kitty water fountain, and seems to be adjusting okay to his new “diet plan”. He likes to eat with his paw and is already such a bed hog that Frankie, Spitz and I are left with only a small corner of the bed to sleep on…

Kathy