Inu is doing well. He is getting use to life in our small apartment. I worry that he is lonely when I am away because his first home had his three siblings, two other cats, five kids, and two adults. It was very full; my place is the exact opposite. He gets excited when I am home, loves to play with his ball and string, enjoys pouncing on my feet when I am not excepting, and is fascinated with the inside of the refrigerator.
I told my friend Anna about how he climbs into the first shelf any time the fridge door opens. She joked that guests would think me paranoid when closing the door I ask in a panic “where’s the cat?” She could never have predicted how true that would become. This morning I opened my bedroom door expecting Inu to be waiting like every other morning. Only he wasn’t there. I could hear him but I couldn’t find him. I checked a few places he’s been trapped before still couldn’t find him. Went to the kitchen, his voice was louder but I still couldn’t see him. Open the fridge door…there he was laying behind a large bowl on the bottom shelf. I felt horrible; I didn’t notice he had climbed in last night. His paws were so cold; he was fine after a good cuddle and some food. But still, poor Inu