He'd been sitting under that desk for hours - basically since he got home ... well, to his new home.
He was scared and in an unfamiliar place, so he felt safest curled up in that corner. But he couldn't stay there forever.
So I did what any loving mother would do. I got under there with him. I smiled, rubbed his arm and told him everything was fine.
And then, the most amazing thing happened.
He started to purr and put his little paw on top of my hand. Izzy Sebastian Canterbury Mason had finally come home.
OK, now that you think I'm crazy, I'll explain.