Rupert-i-versary

Can you believe it's been a year since I first brought this little scared thing home?

Since then, he's filled out a little (though he's not much bigger... only 6 lbs, 6 oz, which is teeny for a full-grown cat),  and he still gets spooked easy, though he's miles better than he was.

It really didn't take him long to make himself at home.

Or to win Peno over.

In fact, we couldn't have asked for a better cat to introduce to our senior girl. He's quite content to let her be top cat, and always backs off quickly when she tells him she's had enough of his childish antics.

He's not as much of a snuggler as I would like. If I was sitting down, Tux was almost always in my lap, so that absence has taken some getting used to.

But when Rupert does want attention, there's no ignoring him. And he does sleep at my feet almost every night.

He's a very vocal cat. And from his size and shape, I wouldn't be surprised to learn there's some Siamese in his background.

Like all young cats, he's playful and silly. Almost every night between 9 and 11, he goes into what we call "Ginger Nuts" mode. Running from one end of the house to the other, over and over, and over again - yelling at the top of his lungs as he does. (Sometimes he does it at 6 am, just to keep us on our toes).

And when he crashes, he's just the cutest thing ever.

 Way. Too. Cute.

Happy Adoptiversary Rupert. We're so glad you found your way to our home.

P.S. For those wondering.... he seems to be doing quite well on his meds. His stinky breath is gone (it's just normal cat breath now), and there's no drool. He's not really letting me look in his mouth, but the in the quick peek I did get, his tongue looked much better. He's still got a week of meds (and we are soooooooooooooooo enjoying that!), and a check up next weekend. But I think it's safe to say he's definitely on the mend.