Finally got a kitten on Saturday. We weren't really aiming to do this, but it's ended up being a rescue which is a good thing. It's a cat rescue charity in Sheffield called 'Cat-Ching'. Not 100% sure what pun they are aiming for there but anyway. They have a network of 4-5 'foster homes' which look after the cats. The place we went to get it from was grim. Quite a rough area. Small house but they had 15 cats and 4 snakes. Place smelt. But given what they are doing (it was a family) it's hard to be critical. Good effort looking after them all and they were kind hearted. We arrived at about 1pm, but by 1:30 they still hadn't even managed to find the cat we were thinking of taking. We ended up leaving and the lady saying she'd let us know when she'd found it. About 20 minutes later she called and we went back. Turns out the kitten had been in the room with us all along, just curled up quietly on the bookcase. We kind of met it ... and then put it in the carrier and went home! The lady very kindly gave us a lift back as we'd arrived in a taxi.
Now home ... the cat wouldn't come out the carrier on Saturday. Fair enough. We shut it in the kitchen, left some food, litter tray, some toys etc. Came down Sunday morning and it had eaten the food but was back in the carrier.
Since then each day has been trying to encourage it to come out of whatever place it's been hiding in. We've been slowly introducing him to more rooms of the house. But each time he just runs and hides. I mean occasionally plays a bit with some string or the laser pointer Little Miss Shady has. But my god he is permanently petrified. Sometimes have to pick him up / gently grab him - and he's shaking with fear and purring from the strokes at the same time.
Monday evening he somehow squeezed between the pipes behind the loo and got into the cavity of the wall. About an hour later strolled out. I had resigned that the following day I was going to have to make a hole in the wall to get him out (I thought he was trapped).
Today he's tried to go up the chimney in the living room (got a few metres up then fell back down) and repeated the trick in the bedroom. Before spending between 10 and 4pm squeezed behind the mirror in the hall. He's currently under the sofa. Seems to get a little more social in the early evening.
Anyone got any tips on how to get him acting a bit more well ... normal ? I guess we just keep being nice and feeding him and after a while he'll realise he's vaguely safe and no need to hide from danger all the time.
Oh, Little Miss Shady has named him Comet after her favourite Gladiator.
