Day 3 - 120611

So he spent his first night in the bathroom last night - for the most part it was relatively uneventful, although when I checked in there this morning it did look like a miniature hurricane had passed through the vicinity. Every single free-standing item in the room had been knocked over, including a large wooden floor mat that was rolled up in the corner. But he has eaten all his meat! And he has dumped and peed in the litter tray! Result.

He's still terrified I might try to eat him, or worse still, skin him alive. I don't know what is going through his little mind when I go in the room, but I'm sure it's not happy thoughts. Mind you, now that he's eating his food, surely it's only going to be a short while before he starts to chillax. It's all gravy baby.

So far he hasn't touched any of his dry food, but for now I'm quite happy to let him chow down on the meat while he settles in. He has started to peep out from his chosen hiding place when I go in there to top up his food too, but he still won't let me touch him. But he's clearly starting to realise I'm the food man, so I'm sure he'll start to like me soon enough - he also gets quite verbal in the afternoon when left on his own, although the minute I pop my head in he immediately shuts up and legs it. All signs of improvement I think... baby steps.

By the end of the day he had put away 3 pouches of kitten food, and taken 2 dumps and numerous wees, so he's definitely found his appetite now. Next hurdle is to be allowed to stroke him, and eventually pick him up and cuddle him. One day perhaps, but for now... he still doesn't like me.