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Happy birthday, Marshmallow Fluff
Feb. 8th, 2020 01:34 pmA post with mixed news. But leaning towards the good side, I think.
Previously, on Blogging About My Cat:
The local Humane Society retrieved this little guy from some kind of neglect situation -- he was malnourished, dehydrated, terribly thin, and petrified -- on February 8, 2019. They decided he was about 2 years old, so they marked that day down as his birthday.
Once he was out of serious medical danger, he was transferred to a local shelter. After a couple months there without being adopted, they transferred him to the local cat cafe. He was only there for about 3 days (huddled on a shelf, and so inactive that in retrospect I'm not sure he was eating much from the cats' communal bowls) when I came in.
We were warned to only approach him 1-at-a-time. I did. He seemed to respond happily to gentle skritches. I took him home!
That was in April.
I managed to get this photo in May, which is how long it took Marshmallow Fluff to come out from under the bed.
(At first he was too scared to come out if I was in the room, even if I was asleep on top of the bed. So I spent a while sleeping on an air mattress, on the other side of a closed door, which let him feel safer to start exploring the space.)
Compare that with January 2020:
He's bulked up! Fluffed out! And roaming the entire apartment! If any other humans show up, he goes back into hiding -- but if it's just me, and I stay in the same place for long enough, he'll appear.
( Bringing the news up to this morning )
Previously, on Blogging About My Cat:
The local Humane Society retrieved this little guy from some kind of neglect situation -- he was malnourished, dehydrated, terribly thin, and petrified -- on February 8, 2019. They decided he was about 2 years old, so they marked that day down as his birthday.
Once he was out of serious medical danger, he was transferred to a local shelter. After a couple months there without being adopted, they transferred him to the local cat cafe. He was only there for about 3 days (huddled on a shelf, and so inactive that in retrospect I'm not sure he was eating much from the cats' communal bowls) when I came in.
We were warned to only approach him 1-at-a-time. I did. He seemed to respond happily to gentle skritches. I took him home!
That was in April.
I managed to get this photo in May, which is how long it took Marshmallow Fluff to come out from under the bed.
(At first he was too scared to come out if I was in the room, even if I was asleep on top of the bed. So I spent a while sleeping on an air mattress, on the other side of a closed door, which let him feel safer to start exploring the space.)
Compare that with January 2020:
He's bulked up! Fluffed out! And roaming the entire apartment! If any other humans show up, he goes back into hiding -- but if it's just me, and I stay in the same place for long enough, he'll appear.
( Bringing the news up to this morning )
