You know, it's funny, but I look at that first picture, then I look at the last picture, and it's almost hard to believe he's the same kitten!
One thing that I'm doing that some of you may not agree with, but seems to be working, is that I'm not waiting for him to come to me - I'm going to him. I'm picking him up and holding him for a few minutes each night. I check his gums, clean his eye boogies, check his ears, and scritch, scritch, scritch. I look at his little paws, and scritch some more.
I know he's technically a feral, but he needs to know that I'm the meowmy and I need to be able to hold and touch him to take care of him. I gave him his first kisses on the top of his head last night.
I get him all relaxed and purring, then I slowly release my hold on him until I'm not holding him anymore, he's in my lap all on his own. Then I let him walk away. I do this sitting on the floor - he seems to accept me better when I'm sitting on the floor, and I'm sure that's because I spent the first few days doing just that - sitting on the floor in the kitchen talking to him.
Ferris was trying to get away from me the other day when I was trying to pick him up. He started climbing up the new kitty condo and he hissed at me. I just laughed at him and carefully grabbed him. He doesn't scare me!!! LOL...wait until I have to trim his claws. THAT will be fun!
I tried brushing him with a rubber curry comb last night, but it didn't grab much fur. Not surprized, though - there are little blonde tufts of fur located all over the rugs and furniture in my house! Who needs a brushing!
He hasn't tried to bite me at all since the night I brought him home, and that's a real plus. If he does try, though, he'll quickly learn that it will have zero effect on me.
It's funny - when Ginger hisses at him, I hiss at her, and then she looks guilty. Hee-hee!!! Who's the boss cat? ME!!!!