I know that I'm very late in posting this, and I'm sorry that I still haven't had time to take photos, but I thought some of you might want to know how Beans is doing.
He spent a week in an isolation bedroom, really cosy in the lower half of a cedar otttoman chest which I filled with a comforter and throw and then surrounded it with other comforters. We spent lots of time cuddling and getting to know one another. I moved him into the main upstairs area about ten days ago and it's been very interesting watching him acclimate himself to new surroundings and new companions.
He was okay with the smaller, quieter cats right away, but he went into hissing fits whenever Dagda came near him - which he did whenever I tried to pay attention to Beans. Dagda is a huge, black, one-eyed, FIV+ ex-tom who spends most of his time sleeping or asking for attention. He took no notice of Beans' hissing and by the past weekend the hissing was over.
I let out the two male kittens from their secondary isolation for ringworm on Friday evening (they'd been clear for weeks but I wanted to be very sure). The moment they raced into the room, full of joy that their 3 months of isolation was over, Beans literally jumped backward twice. He's got very strong back legs so it was more of a double backward leap. He never hissed at them or looked afraid of them, he was just shocked by their energy I think. By Sunday, he was ready to go nose-to-nose with them and tends to follow them around as though fascinated by their antics.
He doesn't have a companion yet, but he did share one of his folded comforters with Raven (another black FIV+ ex-tom, a social feral). He's also fine now if one of the other cats settles down in his chest near him since he prefers the comforters on the floor.
After weeks of using the litter box faithfully, even when he had diarrhoea (which cleared up when I put him on Avo-Derm dry), he started pooping in the hall last week (before I let out the kittens), and once even by his bed. I have no idea why this happened. When it started to happen last night, I scooped him up and carried him to a litter box and he's been using it since. Ah well! I'm well used to cleaning up this kind of thing. And it's easier than cleaning up after my elderly Ginger who has decided to start peeing on all the sofas, my bed and even a couple of piles of drapes I was about to put up.
As Melissa told me, Beans loves to play and he's very fond of all the toys she gave me to take with him. He tosses them around vigorously, slams them down and then rubs his head over them. I must get some cat-nip this week since I think he'd really like that.
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