Fergus has recently discovered laps, and that he can request pets any time by sitting on or near one. Mornings are rough, but apparently belly rubs help.

Friends don’t let friends walk around with unkept fur.

Corbin has become the eldritch horror that extends disembodied limbs full of claws beneath the door trying to grab Fergus during treat time. (Ignore the dirty floor)

It’s a spring break miracle!!!

I hoped to lure him out of the basement but since there’s another cat in the house I knew I wouldn’t be able to tell who was eating food left out… so I bought cameras to try to track him. Luckily, he’s coming up to eat and drink.

I left food and water for him, and based on the amount of dust that was left nearby was 99% certain he was getting down to eat and drink, using a nearby shelf to get up and down. I’d check multiple times a day that he was there, but Fergus liked his new perch and refused to leave

Fergus, understandably scared, did not want to come down. And if I tried to reach for him he moved. I was fairly certain I’d identified an easier path down for him, so after many attempts at luring him with tuna, toys, treats, and catnip, I resigned myself to the fact that he’d be there overnight.

Our first week home was good. Knowing the ‘rule of 3’ for cats, I had Fergus set up in a small bedroom with everything he’d need while he adjusted to me and his new home. He and Corbin were very curious about one another, and initial supervised interactions were going reasonably well.