My name is Soxie!

Soxie
I wish life was like a box of chocola--, er, catnip. I am a 7-year-old male cat brought to the HSHC on July 10 because my owner was hospitalized. The police turned me in, and so none of us knew much about my previous life. It's a sure thing that I am a supremely scaredy cat, as evidenced by my fearful, nervous reactions to being examined. I have significant body sensitivity, especially when touched anywhere below my neck. This sensitivity can be caused by negative past experiences, health issues, or a lack of socialization. The HSHC staff feel that I am undersocialized, which is why I hiss, growl, and swat when I feel threatened. I was sent to live in a foster home to relax, learn how to be comfortable in a house, and find out what makes me happy. It took me three weeks to accept my foster mom and allow her to touch my head and neck. I enjoy gentle pets and will lie down next to her, showing my affection and connection. I'm starting to walk around the house, but I get freaked out if I see Findley, their cat.  I need to be an "only cat." Findley is an indoor/outdoor cat who stays in the yard. The other day, my foster mom was outside, looked up, and saw me on the back porch! I was so happy she didn't try to get me back inside. Since then, I've been hanging out on the porch each afternoon and evening. My foster mom says I am a lovely boy, best suited to a home where I can be an inside/outside cat; I'm not very active, have a sense of fun and play, and am as soft as a bunny. I'm also a colossal catnip freak. I need everyone I live with to be 10 years old or older. Whoever takes me home should be ready to treat me with patience and give me space to become comfortable with my new people and home. 10-22-24