August 24th 2008 6:56 pm
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My foster Daddy should have started this yesterday. But here goes. Yesterday I was taken from my old foster home and given to a nice man. I ran around his house for hours calling out to my siblings and friends, but they weren't there. The only cats around were two adults who weren't happy to see me at all. My new foster Daddy was the only one who was nice to me. The first night he put me in my own room with food, litter box, everything. But I was all alone and I hate being all alone. I cried and cried throughout the night and even tried to open the door. Foster Daddy wanted to give his furever kitties a little break and let them know I'm no threat.

This morning Foster Daddy was ready to give me back since I was making so much noise. But I was good. I stayed quiet (sort of) and realized this was a new home so he decided he was over-reacting and decided to give me another chance tonight. I still follow him around and beg to be held. He usually picks me up for a cuddle. I feel very safe with him. The other cats, not so much. The big male is slowly adjusting. He hisses and only took a swat at me when Foster Daddy carried me too close to him. The smaller female sees me as a threat. She has to show she's in charge. She took a surprise swat at me when my back was turned. I'll work on her too.

I'll have to make friends with them. Foster Daddy has to go to work tomorrow and he won't be here to play with me. Wish me luck!