Tiggr, my newest foster cat, is not just another cat. He's remarkable for two reasons. First, Tiggr is extremely adaptable. That says adaptable, not adoptable. Tiggr is seven years old, so he might be stuck with me for awhile. That's why it is so good that he is adaptable. Most cats would make their displeasure known if they were taken from their home and brought to a strange house where they were expected to get along with strange dogs and strange people. Not Tiggr - within 24 hours he was already sleeping in my bed, following me around, and making himself right at home. He even let my niece carry him around without complaining.
And second, Tiggr is... well... there's no other way to say this. He's perfect. He never does anything wrong. I don't know what to do with such a perfect cat. I'm used to cats that meow loudly and demand things. Cats that try to escape out the door every chance they get. Cats that scratch up furniture and jump on countertops. It's been so long since I've had a perfect foster cat that I forgot what it was like. But don't worry - Merlin will be moving back in next week (I had to wait until my nieces and nephews could have his going away party) and once he's back, I'm sure Merlin will be glad to teach Tiggr all sorts of ways to misbehave. Tiggr will be acting like a normal cat in no time. So for now, I'll just have to deal with his impeccable manners, calm demeanor, and undemanding attitude.