About a week ago a foster cat mom brought this big fella Inky to my house. He is a beautiful, big 7 year old rescue kitty.
Inky has issues. ISSUES. Patience is NOT MY FORTE, but I am trying my best to give this not-so-little guy a chance. I know he has it in him to be a fan-fucking-tastic cat, but WOW does he have issues.
A bit of background on
The Prince of Darkness Inky...as mentioned above, he is a rescue kitty. He was abandoned years ago, and has been living with what was likely an unspeakable number of cats at a foster cat mom's house [note: foster mom would NOT tell me how many cats were in her house, and she refused to let me enter her house. Eeeeeeeeeeeeeek]. Inky lived with her for several years. Before coming to my place, he had to go to the vet to get medicine for an infection, plus he had to have two teeth removed. All this plus moving to a new home on the same day made for a REALLY ROCKY START. Cats and change don't always do well.
Inky is skittish. Skittish beyond belief. His eyes are fully dilated almost every time I see him. He is p-p-p-p-p-p-petrified. He looks at me like I am Frankenstein, and runs and hides when he sees me -- almost always. It is like he is spring-loaded -- always ALWAYS ready to run. This is hugely upsetting to me, as I am a MASSIVE CAT LOVER, and it hurts to see one so scared. But I am trying to give him time. He has hiding places EVERYWHERE. When I come home it is like playing a game of WHERE'S INKY every single day. It is bizarre. But I know his hiding places, and I just check to see where he is, and then try to let him be.
Sometimes Inky lets me pet him. Sometimes. And these moments are just FANTASTIC, as he cannot get enough of the good lovin'. But, invariably something scares him...a sneeze, a rustling curtain, a shift in the seat, just about anything and he bolts away. But....he is letting me pet him more and more, so I am hoping this skittishness subsides and that he can eventually chillllllllllllllll and just relax. I am used to cats that follow me around, sit next to me, jump on my lap, beg for attention, etc., so Inky's behavior is quite a change for me.
Inky and my other cat Leo have not yet started a gay love affair. NOT EVEN CLOSE. They mostly ignore each other, and/or keep a wary eye on each other. Every now and again there is a minor hissy fit (literally) which is generally centered around food and/or fighting over the best window seat in the house, but it passes quickly. They don't sit together or play together or clean each other
or copulate, but maybe they will someday. Maybe.
Inky likes to play. He is mad for the laser toy, and he races around on my hard wood floors so much that the neighbors called me and asked me what was going on at my place. LOL. He doesn't even really chase the laser beam -- he loses his mind and just races everywhere. What a freak!
Have any of you ever had a similar experience with a pet? What did you do? How did it turn out? I am hoping for the best, and the foster mom is telling me to be patient. So I am trying REALLY HARD to be patient. Sigh. Worse case scenario I can take Inky back to his foster mom. But I really don't want to. I want to make this work, and hope Inky does, too.