Update on Daytona

Daytona is cute. That can't be denied in our household. He's precious. He's a ball of fur with a fur halo. And since the escapade on Sunday, we've been doing "tough love", a.k.a. loving him whether he wants to be or not. We hold him and pet him whether he wants to be or not. When my Dad was moving in my little sister's bed (which made a lot of noise), I held him through it, though he wanted to run. I shifted hands more in 2 minutes than I have in a while with him, to keep a hold on him and try to comfort him through the noise.

And over the last few days, he's gotten a lot more lovey. He's still skittish, big noises scare him. But he's much more loving. He'll come out from his favorite hiding place (under our coffee table which is low to the ground and therefore, the big cats can't get to him.) and sit on my dad. He'll go from my dad and hop over onto the other couch and sit on me or my mom. But when he's scared, he's right back under the table.

I say this after Elsie (one of my big cats) decided to go after him. There was hissing and growling but no one was injured. Although it was loud. :/ For some reason, Elsie isn't really fond of Daytona. He plays with Nuala and the others fine, but for some reason, she's just not fond of Daytona. But Daytona has some big boots. He'll hiss and growl and spit when scared. He seems to think he's much bigger than he actually is (2 lbs., a good handful).

He loves to play, though, and be petted. He loves to be petted. He'll flop over onto his back to have his tummy rubbed, and then he'll "bunny foot" as we call it and grab onto your hands and nip. It's play-fighting. None of the other kittens have really taken to him, so we're the only "training" he's had, as a singleton. But he's the sweetest thing. He's cute, precious, loving, and has a ready purr. He'll make someone a good baby.