At some point in the night, MasterB left the darkness of the drawer and joined me on the bed. I woke to feel his weight against me. Then we both slept. At six, no doubt feeling rather empty, he woke me for food. He’s on Sensitive Control for the next day or so until I am completely sure he is well. Unlike Cat, he likes the Sensitive Control sachets, and even tucks into the biscuits happily. My thanks to everyone here who expressed their concern.
He wasn’t quite as playful as usual perhaps, but he has spent a fair amount of the day outside once the rain eased off and then stopped. I saw him greeting a cat who I thought at first was Ginger, then realised it was slightly paler and wearing a collar. So, his social circle of felines continues to grow.
Tomorrow, a neighbour and I are going to see if we can work out a way to introduce him to her mainly indoor Burmese. Jasper can get territorial in his own garden, so weather permitting, we may try to effect introductions in our garden. another good reason for wanting to amke sure MasterB is fully recovered.
Some friends are due in a moment, so he’ll have a chance to exercise his social skills with humans. Their cat died a few months back, and they are starting to think about getting a kitten, a Russian Blue. I’m trying to persuade them to adopt one that needs rehoming. There’s a lovely female aged eight months being advertised. There are so many pets in shelters, it seems wrong to me to encourage breeders to carry on letting their queens have litters.
Sure, I’d love photos of MasterB as a kitten, and I treasure the one photo of Cat as a kitten that was given to me by his previous owner, but having a happy, healthy, loving cat of any age far outweighs anything else. I bless the day I brought MasterB home. I couldn’t wish for a better boy.