It’s exactly 4 days almost to the minute that I brought my new kitten home, and he’s still hiding. His favourite spot is amongst the books on a shelf (I still haven’t sorted those out – they’ve been there since I moved in).
It didn’t look all that comfortable (I wouldn’t like to have to squat there for hours while someone read or watched TV) so I moved some of the books out and put a bit of Vet Bed down. I don’t know if he’ll still hide there now, but I tried. We heard a crash from downstairs, and when I came up, he had knocked down some of my journals then fled to lurk behind my computer desk.
It occurred to me that later we would be nudging each other and saying “remember when he was just a kitten and he wouldn’t come out and talk to anybody for days?” and laugh reminiscently. Well here’s a photo of it. I didn’t upset him with a camera flash – I used the manual setting, a tripod and no flash. It shows how still he was sitting, as that was quite a long exposure.
He might not be bonding with me yet, but I’m getting fond of him. When I was going to bed last night, I crooned a little song I used to amuse my old cats with. Don’t imagine I’m going to sing it on my blog, though… not a hope of it!