We’ve found a home for the stray kitten we took in a couple weeks ago! And we know it’s a good home because … it’s my parents’. The folks were on hand the day Wickham first wandered into our yard, and his relentless displays of affection that day and the next time my parents came over finally charmed them into taking him. From the way they spoil our other kitten when we bring him to their house, we know Wickham is in for the sweet life — a big house in which to run around, two slaves to lavish constant attention on him, and what I’m sure will be a steady supply of table scraps (quail, anyone?). The only worry is that my parents will spoil him too much and he’ll start to get chubby. In fact, in the week since we took him in, Wickham has already filled out his frame a bit, losing the border-line anorexic look he had when he first found us.

I think Wickham will be a good fit for my parents as well, as he is ridiculously friendly and pretty low-maintenance. Despite likely having been a stray his whole life, he hasn’t really shown many bad habits. He did get on the kitchen counter and destroy a bag of bagels a couple days after he moved in with us, and he still goes a bit crazy when it’s feeding time, but he has been smart enough to learn what’s not allowed after being scolded. It’s a good thing my parents are taking him off our hands now, because if he had stayed with us a few more months, I’m sure we would’ve just given in and adopted him permanently. We’ll miss having him in our house, but we’ll be able to visit anytime as my folks live very close by.

UPDATE

One weekend into his new life at my parents’ house, and Wickham is already adjusting in nicely. Some pictures: