Saturday June 29th, Day 3

Major breakthrough today: he purred!

Friday June 28th, Day 2

We gave Dali a time-out on the patio most of the afternoon and it seems he chilled there. He slept between the plants, sniffed some fresh air and even took a nap. He spent most of the evening sleeping in the sofa. When he does walk around, he's like a little furry land shark looking for prey. His tail is up though and he doesn't seem to be bothered too much by us although he will sit in front of the laptop if we dare to watch a movie. We're very careful not to make eye contact. He might see that as a challenge and we both would lose. So today, hosting Dali feels like having a grumpy, racist, old relative coming to visit. We played with him even, but the toy was on a very very long string.

Thursday June 23th, Day 1

We get the impression that Dali is a schizophrenic little monster, forged in hell to torment human beings. You can’t go near him, yet he stalks you aggressively. We’re both actually afraid of him. That cat is shifty. Sometimes he just sits there and stares. Plotting. Other times he’s a violent mess and we fear he’ll jump on our necks and claw our faces open. He can act nice and rub against your legs, but that’s all just an act to draw you in. We know better. We see the violent madness in his dark little cat soul. A part of me feels that he just needs time to adjust. After all, it’s a new environment and new people. A cat needs time to process all that. He’ll relax after a while, settle in. Maybe even open up for us, allow us to pet him. Another part of me doesn’t buy into all that. That part of me thinks he owned the place the second he walked in and we’re his bitches now. He can’t wait to kill us in our sleep and nibble on our dead bodies. Only time will tell which part is right.