It’s been a little more than a week since we started bringing Furby in at night. And I when I say “bringing in” I really mean “letting in”… because I just have to hold the door for him.

It didn’t take long for the “Fur Man” (Dave’s name for him) to realize what we were offering. Generally, every night around 8 pm – I just have to go outside. If he doesn’t come running when he hears the door open – I just have to call his name. Within 5 minutes he’ll be running down the driveway, right up the porch steps and in the door.

He still wants to go out as soon as Dave gets up. But he’s content to spend the whole night inside with us. He’s already come to bed with us a few times.

The boys have taken his sudden presence in the house surprisingly well. And Furby is tolerant of them all too. Burton and Rupert treat him with mostly indifference. Burton is not going to give up his lap time just because there’s another cat there. One night he laid half on top of Furby, and neither cat cared much.

Lemmy is still a little put out. As soon as Furby comes in, Lemmy has to stick his nose right up his butt. But as soon as Furby turns to smell Lemmy – Lemmy turns into a hissy pants. He will settle down and ignore Furby for the rest of the night after that. We are trying to make sure he gets little extra love so he knows he’s not being replaced.

And it’s not just night that Furby comes in…

He comes in randomly throughout the day… generally following Dave inside after he’s been out in the garage or yard.

He’s explored most of the house, including the office.

I am hoping, eventually I’ll get him used to the catio… and won’t have to let him wander. He has been out there once, but wasn’t thrilled that he couldn’t get to the rest of the yard.

Maybe the colder weather will make him realize the house cat life is really where it’s at.

Regardless.

Sir Furbsalot the Orange is definitely one of the Bearbottom Crew!