You may remember Louie at House of Dreams.
Louie is now Augustus. Here is an update from his person:
So, Gus has been with me for about two weeks. The first three or four
days he spent most of his times burrowing and hiding under my
comforter or peering out from the depths of my closet. He would come
out only at night, at which time he'd meow, purr, eat, and (his
specialty) bite my fingers just as I was falling asleep. Since then
he's warmed up, but he is still shy. I'm gone a lot during the day and
I think he hides when I'm gone, but when I come home, he is sometimes
perched regally on the bed, waiting for me.
He's a very sweet, funny cat and I love having him around. He's also a
snuggler. One of his favorite things to do is curl up in the crook of
my arm while I'm lying on my back reading or using the computer.
Another thing he likes is giving head butts. He's funny when he does
this, because he does not check his momentum. He'll start from three
or four steps away, lower his head and, purring noisily, walk
head-long into my face. I usually get a mouth full of fur and a sore
lip, which he thinks is hilarious. These are usually sneak-attack
head-butts too, which makes them even funnier. He also likes having
his hindquarters scratched. If you scratch him on his back toward the
base of this tail, he squats down on his front paws and hoists his
rear in the air, hoping for a better rub. It's a pretty funny,
indecent-looking position and I usually ask him, "Gus, what are you
doin'? Huh?" And he usually replies by peering up at me with
half-closed eyes, purring away. The last thing I'll mention is his
habit of talking at two in the morning. This is perhaps his quirkiest
trait of all. Sometimes I'll wake up in the dead of night to find Gus
perfectly relaxed, sprawled like a slug on the corner of the bed and
meowing loudly. Sometimes he'll carry on like that for fifteen or
twenty minutes, with me interjecting sleepy comments now and then.
"Gus, what are you talking about?" I will murmur, not quite aware of
what I'm saying. "Are you telling me about the time you and Pepe
ganged up on that cat and got into trouble again?"
"Meow, reow," he'll reply casually. Which I take to mean, "Yes, maybe
I am telling you about Pepe, maybe I'm not. Most likely I'm talking
just for the pleasure it. Plus, I thought you were sleeping too much
and might want to wake up. But I digress. Just let me carry on, if you
would . . ."
Anyhow, he's a great cat. My family and friends think he's a handsome
guy and they like bringing him treats. I've attached a few pictures.
I'll send another update in a month or so, once he is fully out of his
shell.
