I got downstairs this morning, and Ninja heard me and wandered into the kitchen. So I (working hard on becoming a crazy catlady

) said "Are you hungry, baby?" and he said "Mow"
I walked towards him, and he walked towards me (this is something he has
never done before - always either run away or sat still). I stopped pressing my luck when we were about 2 feet apart and knelt on the floor (with difficulty - he would of course do this when my left leg's been out of commission since yesterday

) and tried to lure him. He came my way through the stool we have in the kitchen (which is clever, cause even if I wanted to I wouldn't be able to kick him without breaking my foot on the legs of the bloody thing!) but then my son came running down the hall behind me and Ninja made his way to the conservatory instead (not running, though).
So I went into the conservatory and he loved me up like he's never loved me up before - you know how some cats are just (for want of a better word) tarts and just love you up until it's
almost obscene? That was Ninja this morning, in the conservatory. I'm about 80% sure I could've picked him up and he'd've continued loving on me (although he would've needed a break to figure out what the purpose of the picking-up was) but I didn't try it.
So I fed him his breakfast (and told him what was in it, I
am a bit daft

) and then realised I'd have to go back into the conservatory to get milk for my son's cereal, which would take me quite close to Ninja (with my feet nearer him than he's ever allowed). So I took a small detour and kept my feet about a foot and a half away from him at all times, and he looked up once on my way in and once on my way out and then kept eating!
When I went back to put the milk back (keeping our fridge in the conservatory's a bit weird, I know, but while we have a huge kitchen the fridge won't fit in it) he was less hungry so he moved a little further away, but he didn't run and he sat still in front of the fridge until I was gone.
So... That's my excited story. I feel
really daft but I nearly cried over it... I'm so glad he's coming round again. I was worried when his pillow got thrown away that he'd take months and months to come round to where he was before then, but he's surpassed it by miles, and he's being
so brave and doing things even when they scare him a bit.
I'm just really proud of him right now. I think my housemate did a lot of damage to the socialisation (he always forced himself on Ninja back when Ninja was still being kept inside - and Ninja would accept it if he'd been cornered but never actually got any better during it) but I think now he's truly beginning to understand that I want nothing but the best for him.
I'm sort of dreading what he'll do when he's been taken to the vet's, but now that he's sorted himself out and built on what we'd done previously I'm not so worried that he might run away or sulk for months.
Phew. That was a long story. Done now!
