Let's all memorialize Elvis' first appearance on the Ed Sullivan Show (and his tight pants) by enjoying the gyrations of his musical theater surrogate, Conrad Birdie.
Day one has been going pretty good. Ben's still pretty timid because the dogs are still freaking out that there is a cat in the house, but they've calmed down a tiny bit. Like, when he gets down from his safe spot, they don't immediately rush him. But, when he gets down from his safe spot, he's still hiding behind the entertainment center where my dog's fat heads can't fit.
I found a flea on his chin today, which I figured he was probably going to have, seeing as he lived outside, but was really really hoping he wasn't going to have because GUH FLEAS. So he got two more baths today and was pissed off at us for a while. Hopefully we got them because I really don't want to deal with a flea infestation again, but I knew it was going to be a consequence.
Other then that, he's kind of started to play a little bit if I drown the toys in cat nip, but then my dogs start to freak out about the bells attached to the little mice tails and he stops playing.
My boyfriend played with the dogs outside and so I got to spend some one on one with Ben and he is just the sweetest guy in the world. He's a little motor mouth and adores chin scratches. I can't wait until things settle down and he opens up a little bit. It's hard to give him lovins and show him that this is a good place, because then my dogs freak out ("Oh look! Cat's moving! Cat's on the move! Let's sniff him and bark!") and then he gets scared. Also, my boyfriend does not understand that he needs to ignore the dogs bad behavior and praise the good. I don't know why because we had to do that when we got the puppy and Bubba was too rough with her.
Also, eventually I think it would be good to let him outside a little bit, but I don't want him to dissapear. He's not fixed yet, so I don't want to let him out until he's been neutered, and definitely not until he learns that this is his home. My guess was that he was at one point someone's cat and he was lost because he loves people, but nobody claimed him. Does anyone have any experience with this? He doesn't seem to want out, since he hangs out in the laundry room most of the time and that's where the door that we mostly use is and he's made no attempts to look out the storm door or sneak out when someone is walking through.