Aunt Tiff picked up Rocky yesterday around noon. She brought him by the theatre for Mom and Dad to meet him, and it was right before rehearsals so Rocky got lots of love by all the great kids in Camp Rock.
Here's Mom holding Rocky in Mom's office. He's still getting used to different surroundings. He's very fast and likes to hide under stuff. But he's getting more comfortable by the minute. Later last night Dad went to Aunt Tiff's to visit Rocky again. Dad turned Rocky's purr on. He has a very good, loud purr. It was late, and Rocky almost purred Dad to sleep. At first Rocky wanted to climb out of Dad's hands, but by the end Rocky was curled up on Dad's lap.
Well, Rocky is a brave bot for sure. We were having horrible storms last night with lightning and thunder and Rocky got right up in the window to take it all in. I can only imagine what kind of life he had before he was rescued. Non one really know how old he is, but he is pretty tiny -- about two hand fulls.
His sisters (Lucy and Ethel) are getting introduced to him slowly. They are undergoing scent neutralization (rub a washcloth on him, then on them, and vice versa, and then leaving the cloth near their food so they associate him smell with something good like food). There was some hissing yesterday, as expected. But it won't be long before there's a big cat pile, because they are all snugglers.
We are very happy for Aunt Tiff. But we are especially happy for Rocky.