There was a stray cat at my Bil's tire business. She hid among the tires outside the store and somehow managed to get into the garage at night. Bil fed her, but couldn't find a home for her. Then animal control picked her up. We hadn't planned on another cat at this point, but DH couldn't stand the thought of her going to the gas chamber (they wait 72 hours before killing a stray at our local pound). So he went to animal control and adopted her. (My man is sweet!
) I gave her the name "Daisy" sight unseen. She went straight to the vet for her spay and shots, etc., and came home on Friday.
She looked more like a lemur than a cat, except for the colors. She is black with little flecks of silver and orange in her hair and a bushy ringed tail. She has wrinkles under her chin. DH said "she's gorgeous!" I wasn't so sure about that, but cat looks don't matter much to me anyway.
She went under my coffee table and began growling and attacking my feet whenever I went in the living room. I retreated to the bedroom with Speck and Siamie.
By that evening, Daisy had calmed down and taken up residence on the back of our sofa. She allowed me to sit on the sofa, but it was an uneasy truce. We were both scared of each other. I knew she must have been in pain and definitely traumatized by her experiences.
She has come a long way in a short time. Saturday night, I patted the sofa beside me and called her name. She jumped up and slept with one paw touching me
. Sunday she wanted to touch noses and kiss me. I put my hand down to her and she pulled it down with her paws. I thought she was going to bite me, but instead she nuzzled her face on my hands. Awww, she's so cute.
Today she has been sleeping on my lap, confirming that she was once someone's pet. A feral cat or even kitten wouldn't warm up to people this fast. What kind of person would just throw away their pet like that? I won't rant because this story is already long enough, but it makes me so mad.
She is still not comfortable with DH or Speck. But Speck loves her. He has been sitting vigil at her bedside for two nights now. He walks around trilling at her, trying to be friendly. She growls if he gets too close. I think (hope) she'll be friends with him when she feels better. He always seems so lonely for feline companionship.
She looked more like a lemur than a cat, except for the colors. She is black with little flecks of silver and orange in her hair and a bushy ringed tail. She has wrinkles under her chin. DH said "she's gorgeous!" I wasn't so sure about that, but cat looks don't matter much to me anyway.
She went under my coffee table and began growling and attacking my feet whenever I went in the living room. I retreated to the bedroom with Speck and Siamie.
By that evening, Daisy had calmed down and taken up residence on the back of our sofa. She allowed me to sit on the sofa, but it was an uneasy truce. We were both scared of each other. I knew she must have been in pain and definitely traumatized by her experiences.
She has come a long way in a short time. Saturday night, I patted the sofa beside me and called her name. She jumped up and slept with one paw touching me
Today she has been sleeping on my lap, confirming that she was once someone's pet. A feral cat or even kitten wouldn't warm up to people this fast. What kind of person would just throw away their pet like that? I won't rant because this story is already long enough, but it makes me so mad.
She is still not comfortable with DH or Speck. But Speck loves her. He has been sitting vigil at her bedside for two nights now. He walks around trilling at her, trying to be friendly. She growls if he gets too close. I think (hope) she'll be friends with him when she feels better. He always seems so lonely for feline companionship.
