After bragging to my friend Tekla on the phone that Washington is now totally tame, I let him loose on the living room floor and immediately lost sight of him. He's now under the couch and won't come out. He hisses and spits. I think it's a two person job to move him, so I'm waiting for Jeff to wake up.
We have made a lot of progress every day, though. Yesterday I got him to come out from behind the Lego bins with just the lure of a toy. He is such a lap cat and loves being petted, lots of purring and licking. Really a sweety. In some ways he is more tame already than Bridget ever was. It's frustrating that he reverts so quickly to hiding, but it's instinct. I still have to drag him by the scruff out for his twice daily bath and love session. He digs it a lot, but when it's over, right back to his hiding place.
There are some cat adoption fairs around so I'm going to look into those and keep taming him. I saw a flea on him, which is a total disaster for me. Fleas love me better than any other animal. I was dreading bringing any of them into the house. He must have been way infested with them and the bath at the vet didn't get them all. That and the litter on the floor, and the fact that when Zack naps, I have to be a mommy to the kitten....well, it's just a lot, that's all. I'm glad I saved the little guy, but I hope we can find a place for him.