So Cheeto has found a favorite and it isn’t me. No in fact it is my husband who garners all the attention. When he calls you can hear her little paws come running. She loves him so much she drools! When I pet her she purrs a little, but I swear she is like a little motor engine when he even looks in her direction. This is mutal by the way and Cheeto is now referred to as his cat.
Oh Cheeto why have you forsaken me thus?
My little Cheeto is getting so big. She finally has all her shots and has completely adapted to our family life. Her energy level is still completely out of control and she still does not understand that her nails hurt when she uses them. She still has a bit of a food problem that when she smells any kind of meat she tries to get it in any way possible. She has stopped growling and hissing when she eats wet food and has actually been okay sharing food with mordechai.
She also has a hard time sleeping when we are. I can’t wait until she mellows out a bit more, so I don’t have to spend hours playing with her just to get her a little tired. She seriously has boundless energy. I don’t remember Mordechai being this crazy.
Is it really a foster failure if it’s planned? Currently Cheeto is 7 weeks old and learning to live with a grouchy Mordechai and hovering Tesla. So far she enjoys cuddling and exploring her new house. Cheeto was given to the Humane Society with a her two other sisters and her mama, though her mama did reject the babies. She was bottle fed for all of her life and is the smallest of her lot. He fits right into the palm of my husbands hands. I fell in love with her since the first time I saw her and immediately applied to foster with the intention of adopting.