He's quite playful. I'd heard him playing with a ball in the basement and saw that he moved his toy mouse around. But this guy is hyper, like a kitten. He pretends that various items are prey and makes that awful crying sound to show me what he's caught. His favorites are cloths that I clean my glasses with and fabric samples. Now he's dragging my clothes and slippers all around the house.
At first he recoiled from my touch but now he's my boy, greeting me in the morning and always wanting to be around me, moreso than Dusty. He doesn't run away when I walk in his direction like his brother does. I also can pick him up and pet him. I miss my cats that sat on my lap, came when they were called and greeted me whenever I entered the door. Oh, well. Maybe some day. In the meantime, Dusty's quite the clown. He's very relaxed while resting and is a deep sleeper.
|I'm not fat, I'm fluffy!|
The boys are very close. They get along great, unlike my previous three, although Dusty sometimes gets annoyed when Davey jumps up next to him to get to me.
|Dusty doesn't like to be left out, but he barely fits on the windowsill.|
So the moral of the story is if you get a shy kitty who hides continually, give him nine months or so.