So uhhh, he used to be wild. His mother was a stray. He's the runt of the five and only one to survive.
He was on my aunt's bed so he was on bed rest. He probably wasn't feeling in the greatest of moods. He's unfamiliar with the small range of territory since she got him yesterday.
He was probably sore because if you look in his groin area, there will be a patch of fur gone. His gonads (is that an actual word?) were cut. He's seven months old.
I was scared to pet him because he used to be wild. No toys would entertain him. He would avoid eye contact as well. I feel bad for him. Getting the manhood off.
After school I am going over there for a few hours to see if he's adjusted a little. Maybe I can pet him as well.
