So tomorrow will make week 10, or 2 months, as I got her December 11th. People keep telling me 2 months is NO time. I try to think of this every time she runs from me. I try not to think of all the cutesie stories of people with cats who knead them, nurse on them [um, this I could DEFINITELY pass on], and attach themselves to their laps.
Instead I get snoball, a pretty white cat who risked being euthanized if no one came to her rescue, well that rescuer would be me.
Anyway... a sweet young lady who really helped my meowmy anxiety and even offered, for free, her cat tower to help me deal with snoball's fear/wary behaviors and give her a place to camp out while having a better view of ME - The human who cleans her poo, feeds her, and between whose knee caps Snoball regularly feels the need to sleep - while I am knocked out, mouth open - snoring.
These are the photos of the new toy, which she happily took to.
JMP
Instead I get snoball, a pretty white cat who risked being euthanized if no one came to her rescue, well that rescuer would be me.
Anyway... a sweet young lady who really helped my meowmy anxiety and even offered, for free, her cat tower to help me deal with snoball's fear/wary behaviors and give her a place to camp out while having a better view of ME - The human who cleans her poo, feeds her, and between whose knee caps Snoball regularly feels the need to sleep - while I am knocked out, mouth open - snoring.
These are the photos of the new toy, which she happily took to.
JMP