World, meet Enzo. Enzo, meet the big bad world!
Angelo and I bought Enzo from the SPCA in mid February, and we have really fallen for him. We were totally gun shy about getting a kitty, on account of our experience with Boyboy, so we approached the adoption with trepidation. Once there, we were a torn between Enzo and Dylan, terribly cute little kitten who was rambunctious and feisty and who could have easily been our pick. But there was something about Enzo. He was so affectionate right from the start (he practically threw himself at the bars of his cage to get pets from us). And because he wasn’t a kitten, we felt he’d have a harder time getting adopted. In the end, HE really picked US, and not the other way around.
Enzo was really great in the beginning, and has adapted to the apartment very well. We really didn’t have anything to worry about.
The first couple of days he spent sniffing around, checking out corners and hiding spots.
He also slept A LOT in those first few days.
The next couple of days he settled in to his new home. He claimed a pillow as his own, and as his comfort level increased inside the apartment, he started to hang around the windows, yearning to go outside.
In the kitchen…
In the sewing room…
and in the living room!So this weekend, we felt it was time for our little man to go out into the big, big world. He had a great time, and he’s met and made friends with the two orange tabbies from downstairs (hi Marcus and Mason!) and he’s shown us that he can do just fine on his own.
He doesn’t eat too much, drinks TONS of water, and cuddles like the best of them.
We’ve had some good bonding sessions too. Some nights he stretches out across my lap in such funny, contorted ways that I can’t help but giggle. And two nights ago, I was upset about something, and he absolutely KNEW something was wrong. He followed me around like a maniac, meowing and purring and rubbing up against my legs. And when I sat down, he plopped himself right at my feet to watch guard. It was so amazing having a little guy there to offer protection and comfort.
He LOVES chins. He’ll rub his head against my chin and give it a good lick. Sometimes he takes a bite, too, but never too hard…
He also loves the camera. As in, he tries to rub up against the camera. Oh dear…