Well, the freakishly shy cat who hid for a solid week after she got to our house has been blossoming since we moved her up to the recording studio. Now Tinkerbell openly hangs out on the loveseat, plays vigorously with the Turbo Scratcher I got for her, races around all evening playing with toys, and will attack the feather wand toy until she's worn out.
My husband took the photo above and said she was like that for an extended period of time, so he had no problem getting out his camera for a shot. I assume he followed up with the belly woozling that she was obviously asking for.
She's still a little wary of me because I'm the evil woman who used to coax her in, cuddle her for extended periods of time and then betray her trust by poking a pointy antibiotic pill segment down her throat, over and over and over.
She's been done with her pills for more than a week, so I think she's starting to forget about all that.
Now I'm just keeping my fingers crossed that someone will adopt her while she's still at our house so she doesn't have to go back on display in a pet store. She really doesn't have the temperament for that.
If you're interested in her, click her name in the first paragraph and fill out an application!