He is doing well with our son; he settled in far faster than any of us expected. That is a huge load off my mind, and I'm glad we went ahead with the move, even though I still feel guilty that I wasn't able to give him the play time he needed to keep from being bored. But guilt didn't change the situation, so the situation needed changed some other way. And now it's been done.
This is the furry fellow who is now living with our son (picture taken about a year ago):
Like most cats, he likes boxes, especially if they are too small to really fit into.
And here he is again, about eighteen months ago:
He liked to sit on the arm of the chair while I used the computer
Our son just sent me this picture of him in his new digs; he looks pretty relaxed, don't you think?
It's notoriously difficult to photograph black cats. Hint: his head is on the right, his tail on the left.
When he emailed the photo, our son mentioned that yesterday was Black Cat Appreciation Day. I didn't know there was such a thing, but I give this idea a big thumbs up!
And from the internet, a good reminder:
I know that at least two readers here have black cats. And I think they might agree that while any cat is special, a mini-panther has a certain allure that can't be beat.
Hope you have a great weekend!