Trauma Healing

So, yes, his name is Bobber. But he looks at me when I call him “Buddy”. I think I need to change his name.

Bobber has definitely settled in his new home. Oh he still won’t let me touch him, but he does have a certain amount of trust in me. Last night he sat on my feet when I was in bed. That’s as much touching we have had. When he realized he was touching me he moved. He moved to the spare bed and slept at the end closest to me. So, we were pretty much sleeping head to head, because I usually sleep on that side.

Bobber loves to play. He also likes to nose around at everything in the apartment.

ChatGPT has been very helpful to me. I’ve never adopted a cat before. I’ve always gotten cats as kittens. I found out this guy is actually 1 year and 7 months old, according to the paperwork I’ve been reading. I don’t know much about his background yet, other than he came from Texas.

I didn’t write this post in one sitting. So, I have more news. Bobber will now touch my finger with his nose. But he’s still a snubber. That’s what I really should name him; “Snubber”. He’s pretty acclimated to his new home, but I think he wonders when he’s moving again.

He did find his happy place on the spare bed. After I washed the comforter I just threw it on the bed to make later. Well, he’s made that comforter his little nest, so I better not move it now. What I really should do is move it closer to me and my bed, forcing him to lay by me. But I probably won’t do that. I don’t want to mess up the habits he’s gotten used to in the new home. Maybe at a later date.