I seem to be picking Newboy up tonight......

[cozietoesie]

Currently in the middle of making arrangements to meet - he's a breed rescue - and yet to check over the house for 'breakability' issues etc. (He's only young - and it's a good few years since I had a cat that could potentially leap living with me.)

Yikes!!

Oh he's certainly bright. Very bright.

Which is interesting because that doesn't always sit well with courage.

Yes, exactly. But he is brave as a lion, you can tell, Anyway, a certain sense of discrimination is a valuable asset.

I get the feeling that his nerves were ruffled before he got to you, and that is what is working itself out now.

He's making Ollie look easy

My DSil (never had a cat but Hey Ho) opined that maybe he was already suffering from a sort of PTSD. (From scrapping during the Siamese turf war.) That theory aligns with your thoughts.

"the Siamese turf war". You could write a short story about the trials and tribulations of Newboy. I read a wonderful short story about a cat, aeons ago. The cats name was Saba or Saha. It was by a french author. May have been Colette. Yes. 'Gigi and the Cat' .

books.google.co.uk/books?id=GzZ6rWX1zaQC&pg=PA63&lpg=PA63&dq=gigi+and+saba&source=bl&ots=neffnsjGAZ&sig=3qBIvtoyzDGovnQGZVv3-5RUzTQ&hl=en&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwjJhq7S1e_VAhUrDcAKHSEDA8AQ6AEIYDAN#v=onepage&q=gigi%20and%20saba&f=false

Well, given he had to move house because of bullying, if he'd stayed calm there really would have been something wrong. It's a time thing now, and he is doing really well.

Hope today goes fine. You must be getting cuddle hunger. I could send Mr C up for a quick ears-and-chin? He takes ages to do because he's so fat.

He's the first Siamese I've met who doesn't sleep in bed. (His last house didn't permit it.) What that's done to his psyche, I can only guess. He's definitely had to 'walk alone'.

In fact, when I spoke to the Rescue Coordinator, I said to her 'You do realise he doesn't sleep in bed?' And there was this looonnnngg silence on the other end of the line. (As I've said before, I might as well have said 'You do realise he has 18 legs?' ) Then she sort of coughed and said 'Oh well. He'll doubtless learn.'

It's taking him a while to learn, though.

I would send Ollie to demonstrate but I suspect he would be very bemused
"You no cuddle your hooman? And you no sleep in bed? But but..."

I can imagine the utility company breaking out the champers when they see my winter's bills for heating. (Seniorboy, cuddled into his electric blanket, cost only pennies.)

.... but they'd bond over food. :) Maybe Ollie could teach the delights of balls with bells (so to speak).

He has a ball with flashing lights - silent it is. Maybe Ollivander should investigate those. Only cheap. (As these things go.)

I suspect that would be rejected on the grounds it doesn't annoy the human enough
His favourite is still the mouse with ribbon tail that came with him

Cozie - you need more friends to send Newboy some more interesting toys ... :)

Ha! (I think he has quite enough already. )

Poor little Newboy, denied His Own Bed with Reheatable Hot Pack (you).

That's grim. He is in exactly the right place, though.

Mr C was abused and he is fine now. I would like to say that he is grateful but he isn't, which is ideal.

I think that Newboy regards nice things (good food) as a right and anything else as ......my fault.

Well, at least he's acknowledging you in his life. Emoticon for Scraping the Barrel

He'll come round. Mr C gives me the evils if it rains, I kid you not.

Mr. C looking v debonair with his teacup, L. Mcat gets stabby with his fangs when displeased, Little M hurls breakable objects from a height. I have a feeling Newboy will be a hurler.

I think you're right, though. I think he is troubled - or has been up to now. Just as well I'm a patient sort. (One of the potential problems with having a Siamese rescue.)

That's it, there's always going to be something to Find Out. He's a young 'un and resilient with it which is the main thing.

I think feeding him senseless is the way forward.

It's a difficult balance, though. (Keeping him happy and maintaining Rules.)

I know.

Let's be honest, my petcare in this vital regard has been an abject failure. My own animal is hugely oversized and overconfident. He is known to local A&E services.

It is only his sweet little furry nature that has saved us from chaos.

I think that this one has had Luurrvv trained out of him. Poor wee chap.