Inherited Kittens – Lobo


Lobo walked into my living room and into my heart and then skedaddled out the cat door. He had been badly treated in his short life and did not trust people.


His housemate was introduced in Inherited Kittens – Jonty Bloom. She had not been so affected by her experiences. She had announced that she was there immediately, and we were best friends at our first meeting.

Under The Shed

It took about five months for Lobo to feel completely comfortable. I found that he was living under the shed. I started leaving a bowl of cat food near what he seemed to be using as an entrance. I could see the bowl from the kitchen window, and I would watch for him. At first, it would take him about half an hour to come out to the food. Gradually he came out sooner, until, by the time I got up to the kitchen window, he was already there eating his dinner.

I started moving the food closer and closer to the house. In a few weeks, I moved it just inside the cat door so he still felt safe while he was eating. I would have liked to have gotten a photo from the other side, just of his bottom out the cat door, but I didn’t want to scare him away from his dinner.

I kept asking Jonty Bloom to tell Lobo that it was safe in the house. Those people are gone. If she told him, he didn’t believe her.

Lobo went through a stage where he was happy to sit on the mat.

I moved the cat food a bit away from the cat door so he was completely inside. There came a period when I had to stand completely still in order for him to stay and eat. Even if I took a sip of tea, he would skitter out the door. It occurred to me that he needed to get used to these things, so I kept sipping my tea. Over time he did get more used to it but was still untouchable.

Moving In

He started walking in through the cat door and inspecting the house. Maybe Jonty Bloom’s message was starting to get through.

I walked into my bedroom one day and found Lobo on the bed looking very alarmed. He was sitting very close to Jonty Bloom. I backed out of the room.

And so it went. He gradually moved in but stayed close to his housemate. He even started sleeping at the bottom of the bed. On the first night, he would jump onto the basket beside the bed every time I turned over or moved. Thank goodness that stage only lasted a couple of nights; it was a bit noisy.

I loved to sit out in the garden at the weekend. Lobo would observe me, and even come and sit near me. He came so close one day that I reached out to touch him. I think maybe it was the first time he was patted. His response was to jump directly up and backwards. He reminded me of a helicopter.

Feeling At Home

After a while, he stopped jumping when I patted him. I remember the first time I heard him purr, and it nearly made me cry.

He was a funny cat, he would walk up the hallway, talking. I did not know who he was talking to, and I wondered if my almost century-old house was haunted.

Each night I would pat and play with Lobo just before I went to sleep. When I turned out the light it meant I was intending to go to sleep, and I wanted him to learn that. He would look very sad when the light went out. He even tapped my hand with his paw to make it move again. How could I resist that? The training about the light flew out the bedroom window.

When a cat sits down, it seems to be multi-step process, involving being seated and then getting comfortable. Lobo would simply lower his bottom, and that was that. I haven’t seen another cat sit down quite the same way.

Once I had gained his trust he showed himself to be an affectionate cat who was interested in everything that was going on. He went from an untouchable to presenting his tummy for a rub.

He had a heart shaped section of black fur on his white chest. Because of his early life, his heart was exposed and easily hurt, but he had found his paradise.

Lobo's heart
Lobo can relax in front of the shed now instead of hiding under it.

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