Gris Gris still has not opened up himself to us. It’s been almost two weeks since we started caring for the fluffy little guy but there has been no interaction from him. 

Last week we allowed him to stay under the bed as it was the darkest place in the house with as little human activity as possible. We found that if we didn’t kick him out at night he could possibly be too scared to venture out in when the house is empty or even in the wee hours of the night for a meal - potentially leaving him to stay in his frightened space, secured for 24 hours or more. So we have closed off that room to him entirely in a bid to force him out into our world where he can observe and get used to our presence and at least be around his toys and food.

Yesterday I was working from home and he stayed under the sofa the entire morning. Around 3 pm I noticed he found a new annex in the bathtub and didn’t leave until being coaxed out with the faucet as I eventually needed a shower. 

I’m sad for the little guy. His previous foster allowed him to be outside for most of the day and would call him in for eats around dusk. We can’t offer that to him and I think his new incubated life is having an effect on him psychologically. 

As I’m writing he is about a 20 centimetres from my feet under a side table and shows zero awareness of my being next to him, quivering through the day as-per usual. 

How long will it take for him to give us a sign that he knows we are his friends? 

What can I do to break this trepidation of his?

The first sighting! It’s been seven days since Gris Gris entered our lives. He has had a long and detrimental 48 months prior to joining the household and there are developments every single day.

Last night Gris Gris did his normal routine of leaving from under the far corner of our bed to eat and use the littler box in the other part of the house. I was pleasantly surprised to be awoken be the sounds of him meowing about an hour after I had turned out the lights. Later I was up a second time when I heard Gris Gris on his scratching post. This nervous bag of jelly hasn’t showed any evidence of being alive aside from staring at us with resentment from an unreachable position.

Today I set up the webcam to monitor his activity throughout the day. Catching a shot of him is like fishing. I was able to catch him come out and nibble on some food but he heard something a quickly ran under the bed.

Hopefully he will be able to sleep on top of the bed by the end of the week.

Hoping for a sighting of Gris Gris during the daylight hours. 

You’re a foster cat we’ve had for a week but you live under our bed and judging by my 8 hours webcam footage you come out to eat and play 10 minutes after we leave for work or life. 

Upon our return to the house we see your pointed gray ears propped upwards in the window. You’re an outdoor cat who only wants to be an outdoor cat once again.

At night you meow and play and pluck at your scratching post like the most confidant of felines. You eat all your food and use the litter box to perfection.

You’re the ideal kitty that we never see.

Won’t you share yourself with us? Someday?