Here's an update from Floyd (formerly known as Sr. Gris)'s new family:
Little Floyd has grown friendlier by the hour. He's gone from kitty
totally afraid of every move mama makes to a relatively well-adjusted
kitty that hangs out with a big family of 6! He's even made some
progress with the other animals in the house.
I have to hand it to whoever taught Floyd his covering habits... he's
one very dilligent cat. He digs and digs and digs, does his thing, and
then spends 5 minutes covering it. He doesn't seem to throw all the
litter out of the pan either, which pleases me immensely. What a
polite little man.
He's also become very vocal kitty. He's meowed at me several times,
not even in response to me speaking to him. He's got the most delicate
little sound, in fact, it can almost be described as "a squeak."
I woke this morning to Floyd playing in the room. He's very playful.
When he plays with the feather on a stick, he grabs it, hisses at it,
then bites it as if he were a lion, piercing the jugular of his prey.
It cracks me up how seriously he takes his play. Also, you were right,
the balls with bells in them are probably his favorite thing but he
has taken an interest in attacking my fingers as I type.
He's just a ball of joy. Everyone is in love with him and he just gets
cuter by the moment. It has been 2 days and can't even imagine life
without him.
