Борис
My newest addition, Борис.
He was a skinny little schmoo when I found him! One day I heard some meowing from outside – I’m on the fifth floor, so these were some noisy meows! I looked out and saw a little gray cat running around behind my building. I thought he must belong to someone, so didn’t do anything.
About three hours later, he was still at it. I went downstairs and into the corridor behind the building. There was a broken bed frame, a torn up box spring, and a little cat hiding underneath them. I sat down, and in thirty seconds the little guy was in my lap. I petted him a while and then went back upstairs to get the cat carrier. He tried to follow me back in to the building, and I had to shut the door in his sad little face.
I returned with the carrier, scooped him up and plunked him inside. I unpacked him in my bathroom, where he lived for the next 45 days. (He tested positive for Bartonella, and I had to keep him separate from the other kids during treatment.) I think this resulted in his weird obsession with the bathroom…. he sleeps in the sink or the tub, only drinks out of the faucet or tub, and hops on my lap whilst I pee…
He is my beautiful blue boy! I always wanted a russian blue, and he looks pretty much like one. My (then) husband had forbidden me from bringing any more cats home, and I called him about six times before I brought Mr. Boo upstairs. He didn’t answer, so I decided to fuckit and we got a new cat.
He must have escaped from somewhere… when I found him, his claws were ground-down to stubs and some were torn out. His paws were a bloody mess. I had to soak them in disinfectant for thirty minutes every day for a month. No easy task!
He is my favorite. Sssshhhh… don’t tell the girls. I really like male cats, tho. They are so much more snuggly.
