and in the beginning i was thinking he would have to go to a shelter because he wouldn't eat or use the litter box. i never thought he would be adjusted enough to live here, let alone being as well adjusted as he is, with his own place in the middle of the pecking order and friendly games of pounce with the other cats.
i don't think he remembers much of his old life. if he does, i don't think he misses it. he's much loved and more spoiled here than he would be anywhere else. plus he used to live with a dog and he doesn't have to deal with that here.
he just lay down on my foot. i am his big. he owns my heart.