The kitten whisperer

We've settled upon a name for our new kitten: Snowball. Better than Pet, better then Cookie.

The night I brought home this wee feral beastie (read with a Scottish accent), I thought I'd made a mistake. I was afraid he'd been wild too long, and would scratch and bite his way to extra tetanus shots for us all. Also, I was SURE he's escape from his en suite balcony retreat. Complete with kitty house, food water and litter box. But he's too timid to even jump off my lap, much less walk down the stairs. He's FOR SURE too scared to jump 20+ feet of the edge - he discovered that as soon as I brought him home.

And the hissing! Well, that just pi$$ed me off - so I hissed back a couple of times and it's stopped.

But then yesterday I brought home some moist cat food (the person who gave him to me insisted that the cats were doing well on dry). I wrapped him up in a towel to protect myself, and hand fed him feline delectables. Then I brushed him, followed up by a damp corner of the towel for a good washing. By that time he was purring like an expensive sports car.

Ever since, we've been BFF.