We have a brave young girl in Lulu. She has started to come out from under the sofa each time I walk into the foster room now. Seeing how much she has come along in just one day is so wonderful.
She has thoroughly explored the foster room, made sure one of the bits of paper on the pin board above the radiator isn’t really alive (it flaps with the heat rising) and decided that her favourite spot is the windowsill so she can watch the birds.
Last night I saw her use the litter tray for the first time. I was really happy she used it both because I wanted to make sure she was litter trained and also because I was worried she would burst if she held anything in longer!
This morning I woke up to find her food bowls empty, so she has finally eaten. That was my last worry – I wasn’t sure whether she had eaten before she came to me on Sunday and she didn’t even look at any food prior to me going to bed Monday evening. She did have a little lick of butter off my finger from my sandwich in the evening, but seeing the empty food bowl this morning made me so happy!
Lulu is such an affectionate girl. She loves to be fussed. She hops up onto the sofa with me and rubs her face against my hands and arms. If I move my hand away she goes off to explore a little while, but anytime she notices it’s in reach she runs to fuss against it. She even gives little kisses on your nose and head boops if you lean down towards her.
And the most glorious thing happened this morning – she purred!
McLaren and Laser are still curious why I’m going into the foster room without them. They scratch at the door and the carpet trying to get in, but little Lulu isn’t phased – she walks up to the door and pats back at them! I just hope they don’t mount a rescue mission and set her free while I’m away at work!