Trauma Healing

I’m not sure how long it’s been since I’ve posted on Bobber. As a matter of fact, I think I started my last post with the same statement, but don’t quote me on it, sometimes I think and rarely speak.

Bobber and I are really good buddies. He sleeps in my spot when I am not home. In the picture he is sleeping in his regular spot now that my brother is gone. But if I weren’t home he’d be sleeping where I am.

He’s let me pet him several times now. But I need to make sure I don’t startle him. I feed him lots of treats. I feel he deserves it. It also makes good bribery. Haha.

I’m a little discouraged though, I will admit. He still runs away whenever I move. Sometimes he’ll come sit behind me in my bed, then run off as soon as I try to turn around. Sometimes I’m able to coax him back with a treat, but not always. This guy is not easily bribed. At least of late anyway.

Yesterday. Or I should say sometime in the night the other night he caused a big calamity. I was woken to a bunch of noise. As it turns out he was trying to sit on the top of my 4 tier shelf thingy:

Those pictures are no longer there. I need to find new frames for each photo, as Bobber knocked them all to the floor in his excitement to reach the top. I think he was trying to claim the top of that rack as his own. Understandable, it’s tall enough and wide enough. I bet he claims the top as his home within a week.

I need a scratching post for him terribly. He’s been using my recliner to sharpen his claws and I ain’t much liking or happy about that. But right now I’m broke. So I’m suffering. I try to tell myself this cat doesn’t know better. It works, but it saddens me that he’s using this recliner that I got from a friend FREE. And it came here in really good shape.

I’m a little worried and nervous at this present time. I am spending the night at a friend’s house and I don’t know what kind of condition Bobber is going to leave my house. Like I said, he’s made quite a calamity in my home WITH ME HOME. He’s probably going to end up home alone for ….at least 12 hours. I made sure his box was clean, as well as fresh water and food.

Bobber watched me in the tub this morning. He looked quite concerned. I think this is the third time he has walked in on me during a bath, with the same look of concern on his face, “Do you need an ambulance?”. I can’t help but laugh at the look on his face. 😂

I’m not sure what time I’ll be home in the morning. Let’s just cross our fingers he didn’t do anything too terrible 🤞while I was gone. He really does have a young heart. He’s got tons of toys and also items he’s made into toys. He was beating up my door rug this morning as I was watching TV. He took my robe string off my robe in the bathroom, chewed shorter pieces in it so he ended up with several little red floppy toys. He would toss the piece of red tie in the air and catch it. I’ve never seen a cat grab anything with his paws like Bobber does. He grabs things with his claws and throws it in the air. This cat is very talented 😊.

All in all I’m not giving up on this cat yet. It may take three months before he sleeps next to me, or I get to hold him. It may take even longer. I’ve read a lot about rescue cats, so I know that his fears are real, and I’m all about trust and safety and respect.