Another photo of my semi-feral rescue cat who I am fostering. He is snoozing and becoming domesticated.
I have cared for him for about 6 days. He hid under the sideboard for about 3 days when I first got him (except for eating food at night). He has come on well.
A major advantage I have is that I am retired so I have all the time in the world – except for work in the site and the usual household chores – to socialize him.
What are you feeding him-Miracle Grow! I’ve never seen a cat get big this fast in my life. He’s got you suckered in big time 🙂
He is growing up fast. I have a special recipe 😉 LOL. The rescue agency provide dry cat food mainly but I add my own to it and he mainly eats the highest quality wet cat food I can find.
He’s gorgeous and he looks so relaxed and trusting lying on your lap, I think it would be a huge emotional wrench for both of you if you did decide to part, I don’t think it would mean you were a failure at fostering, just that you’d met your match 😉 you haven’t just socialised him, you have really connected to each other, I think it is love! To foster here our CP only requires a spare room for the cat to live in, it’s not the same obviously as a cat having the run of your home and your time all to himself but maybe if you do decide to keep Gabriel you could change to being a short term or emergency fosterer (if you have a spare room)
Thanks for that advice and idea Babz. I’d like to continue fostering if I adopted Gabriel. I have some more pictures… 😉 boring….!
Let’s be seeing them, not boring at all. 🙂
Michael you have done wonders with Gabriel, for him to trust you so soon is nothing short of amazing. That photo of how relaxed he is, says it all! I don’t think you will ever be able to part with him and if I was you I wouldn’t even try. You are a match made in Heaven, you love and need each other. It takes a real man like you and Ahsan to admit to being soft hearted about cats!
I just love him. The other day I thought I had lost him. I was completely distraught. I even went outside to find him. It proved to me how much I cared.
I thought he had got out even though it seems impossible to get out. I couldn’t find him in the flat. Checked everywhere (I thought). Then I found him. I have a bed with storage space underneath. The whole bed lifts up pneumatically. There is no access to the space – except for a kitten 😉 He had found a small opening.
So it may well be that my fostering days are numbered.