He's such a great cat, it just makes me sad when he exhibits any behaviour that reminds me of how horrible his previous owners were. I'm pretty sure they had him since he was a kitten, and he's seven years old now and I've only had him just over a month (I guess getting closer to two months now), so he had a hard life for years. I'm still always amazed at how despite that, he's such a friendly, loving, well-behaved cat. It only took him a few days of living with us before he was always going in the litterbox, tolerating the still somewhat kitten-like antics of our other cat (who is only about two-and-a-half years old and still very playful and active), greeting us at the door, and sleeping in bed with me, my fiance, and our other cat. Despite his past he's never been fearful or had any real behavioural problems. He's even friendly with guests.
When I first brought him home, he hid under the bed for a few hours, and when he came out I picked him up and put him on top of the bed, and he quickly made himself at home (no doubt discovering that curling up on soft pillows and warm blankets is much more comfortable than the cold, dark corner underneath the bed). When I'm home he's my faithful grey shadow and always sits next to me, or at least within reach of scratches and belly rubs when I'm using my computer. I don't think I've ever known an animal to act so thankful for shelter, enough to eat, and lots and lots of love.
He's also one of the greatest "therapy cats" I've ever met. Whenever I'm sad or upset, he always knows and comes to give me snuggles. If I'm sad when I'm going to bed, he'll let me hold him against my chest and will fall asleep in my arms (or at least let me fall asleep holding him, and then re-position himself next to my head of on my pillow above my head and is always nearby if I wake up from bad dreams).
We also have a neighbour who is an older guy, who recently lost his kitten. I guess the kitten got out and got crushed by a piece of lumber that fell over in the parking lot. This poor sweet old guy was absolutely devastated by the loss of his kitten, and he'll often come over to our place to play with and pet our cats, and Cal is always extra friendly to him, as if he knows that this man needs some serious kitty love. (I'm on the lookout for another kitten for this man; he really wants a black one like the one that died, and black cats are common enough, so I really hope I'm able to find him a kitty of his own, but in the mean time he's always welcome to soak up some kitty love from Cal and Coda.)
I'm just glad that if Cal is still having nightmares about his life before I found him, he's able to wake up in a warm bed with people who love him. I'm really looking forward to moving into a bigger place so that both he and Coda can have a big cat tree by a window and have more space to roam, and hopefully a nice area to explore outdoor on a harness and leash. A cat who can give so much love after being treated so badly deserves the absolute best. <3
Jennifer and the kitties, Coda and Caligula