I wasn't allowed anywhere near him and he didn't seem too bothered about saying hello, so we left it at that, him in his 'House of Fun' and Me and the CatWomen in ours. He looked like he was having a great time, food on tap, bird feeders in his window and new cats to meet. Although, once he set his sights on Ipek, he scared the life out of her and ran at the cage door. She immediately cowered down and he spat at her so much, she eventually hissed at him and slunk away. See, it wasn't all me in those days, he had a temper on him too!
Momma cut his claws, oh what a racket he made, anyone would think Momma was sawing his paws off with a rusty knife. He was screaming like a girl and contorting his back feet over his head.. me oh my, wouldn't catch us treating Momma that way. She soon had him placed between her legs and trimmed away whilst he wailed on and on and stuck his back feet out which splayed the toes... perfect. Snip, snip, snip. wail, wail, wail. The new neighbours must think we skin cats for a living here at Maystar! After he took out his frustrations on the cat post, he filled his tummy with a bowl of chicken. I was laughing hard, Momma had forgotten it made him itch!
His family came on Sunday and collected him and took him home in a nice new kitten carrier, his, we noticed was falling to bits. He was thrilled to back, ripping up their carpet and climbing their curtains and sleeping with his Mummy in bed. So much better than the 'House of Fun'. Although, he did just walk in as though it was only yesterday that he had walked out. I think he had a good holiday and we all enjoyed having him, shark suit or no shark suit!