This is definitely like having a new baby around but I am a health visitor after all and we all know how much babies love routine and respond to cues, so we have managed to get Magnus the Tiny into a round of play, handling, food, litter tray, sleep, play, handling etc. Thus far his world extends as far as the kitchen with occasional accompanied forays into the TV cosy, while we get him used to us being around, the noises of the house and also train him to respond to the 'This is Your Food' sound of the spoon ringing on the dish. You can't train cats to do much that is biddable beyond this we have found, but hopefully it will be the way we can call him in from the great outdoors when he is eventually let loose.
He has a Magnus-gym of assorted playthings...cotton reels, bells, ping-pong balls, little furry mice etc dangling from string, some balls of wool, bubble wrap, a few empty boxes and a wind up hamster (from the Tinker) all of which he gives much high-spirited attention along with discovering things like his own shadow and the restful benefits of elusive but occasional sun puddles
As you can see the little chap is making good progress, getting the hang of the self-grooming thing and at his last weigh in (kitchen scales) had gained a magnusificent 12ozs...
Just for today we might call him MagnusMurrayPuss because we will all be living the stress of Andy Murray and the Wimbledon final this afternoon. For those who haven't heard... Britain has a player through to the Men's Singles Tennis final for the first time in umpteezillion years so it's all a bit of an occasion and given that Virginia Wade won the Women's Singles in the year of the Silver Jubilee, wouldn't it be nice if Andy could bag it for this Diamond year.