07-29-2020, 04:51 PM
Update.
I don't know what happened to Sylvester. There was a lot of drama going on about him and Kit Kat, the mother. I try to stay as far away from it as possible. The last I heard was they were going to stay with the niece's grandfather, until she made up her mind. I have made it clear that two weeks is my cut off mark. If she decides in two weeks not to take him back I will take him. If after two weeks she tries to extend the time line, then I will not be able to take him. I don't think she really wants him, so I don't know why she is fixated on a two week delay before taking him back.
In the mean time Enoch has been an angel. As much of an angel as a kitten can be. He tries to play alpha with the dogs, and they just look at him like you look at the brother or sister, that was just a little bit "special". He is still our shadow. Hr greets visitors as if they came just to see him, knows his meal times, and announces them with Swiss clock accuracy. Still follows mother like he is a puppy, but is very creative and independent in his play. His favorite toys are the strainer from the bathroom sinks, the tails of the Huskies, a 75 cent cheap raggedy mouse, my glasses, and mother's lap.
It is still wickedly spooky how responsive he is to the call of his name. You can call "Spot" all day and his ears won't even twitch. But call "Enoch" from any room, even from the porch, and he comes running lickity split. I just bought some kitty treats yesterday, I am toying with the idea of training him like the dogs, since he comes so well on command.
Oh! He is also very vocal, and loud! Even his purr is loud. He sounds like a percolator that runs on a diesel engine, and you can hear him from another room. My house is the noisiest house on the block, with all my sassy, loud, critters. They keep me busy, try my patience, and fill the house with love and laughter, so I consider myself blessed.
I don't know what happened to Sylvester. There was a lot of drama going on about him and Kit Kat, the mother. I try to stay as far away from it as possible. The last I heard was they were going to stay with the niece's grandfather, until she made up her mind. I have made it clear that two weeks is my cut off mark. If she decides in two weeks not to take him back I will take him. If after two weeks she tries to extend the time line, then I will not be able to take him. I don't think she really wants him, so I don't know why she is fixated on a two week delay before taking him back.
In the mean time Enoch has been an angel. As much of an angel as a kitten can be. He tries to play alpha with the dogs, and they just look at him like you look at the brother or sister, that was just a little bit "special". He is still our shadow. Hr greets visitors as if they came just to see him, knows his meal times, and announces them with Swiss clock accuracy. Still follows mother like he is a puppy, but is very creative and independent in his play. His favorite toys are the strainer from the bathroom sinks, the tails of the Huskies, a 75 cent cheap raggedy mouse, my glasses, and mother's lap.
It is still wickedly spooky how responsive he is to the call of his name. You can call "Spot" all day and his ears won't even twitch. But call "Enoch" from any room, even from the porch, and he comes running lickity split. I just bought some kitty treats yesterday, I am toying with the idea of training him like the dogs, since he comes so well on command.
Oh! He is also very vocal, and loud! Even his purr is loud. He sounds like a percolator that runs on a diesel engine, and you can hear him from another room. My house is the noisiest house on the block, with all my sassy, loud, critters. They keep me busy, try my patience, and fill the house with love and laughter, so I consider myself blessed.
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