Here’s Gus, after Augustus Caesar. He’s about 3 months old and came to live with us on November 1.
He’s a tiny puff of fun and purrs as loud as a lawnmower. It’s hard to believe that so much noise is coming from something this tiny, but that’s okay, Gus. Purr as loud as you want.
I got him from a pet store that has live animals – I hate that – as they’re likely from puppy/kitty mills. But that also compelled me to get him, as there was a sign saying he was a “special deal” as he was older. I realized that this meant he was considered to be after his “best before” date, so I knew he was the one coming home with me.
Who knows what his previous life was like. He was frightened at first, but by the end of the first night, he got under the covers with me and purred and trembled. Today he is so much happier. All you have to do is touch him and he bursts into purrs.
He’s an old soul. He is friendly but not overly fawning to the older cats, and because he’s cool and gives them space, they’re coming to accept him. It’s been only one day. So far, so good.
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