When I made the decision to bring Abbie, Max and Pippa into the house and give them a warm loving forever home, I knew it wasn't going to be easy. I knew I had a long road to travel and every milestone, no matter how small, was a reason to celebrate. I kept telling myself not to expect much, that they may never be lap cats or enjoy being touched/picked up/cuddled. I kept telling myself to just be happy and thankful they were finally out of the cold, in a safe environment and I could stop worrying about them day and night. I was fine with all of that.... or so I thought....
I should be very happy with the progress I've made with them considering how old they are (Max and Pippa about 9 months, Abbie about 4 yrs). For the most part, I am happy. Don't get me wrong. There was a time when I thought they would never even come close to me. So why am I so upset that I still can't touch or pet Max and Pippa without bribery on a consistent basis? Or that Abbie still makes me feel uncomfortable in letting her out of her crate? One minute, Max and Pippa will let me touch them and they enjoy being petted. Those moments bring such joy into my heart. Then the next minute they see my hand coming near and they bolt away, bursting that bubble. Sometimes, I'm not even attempting to touch them, I'm just reaching for a can of food or something that happens to be next to them. I know not to force the touching and to let them decide when it's OK, but it's so frustrating when they don't allow it, especially when it was OK just moments ago. How do I know when to move on to the next step? Am I moving too fast for their comfort? I worry that I may never get to the next stage and will never be able to pick them up without them struggling to get away. As for Abbie, I want to let her out of the crate, but I know that could cause a setback with Max and Pippa.
I was at the vet the other day and they have an adoption room full of kittens. One little cutie, about 6 months old, came up to the window and started meowing at me. I was allowed to go inside and visit her. She came right up to me, purring and rubbing against my leg. She wanted me to pick her up and hold her. I thought to myself "Why can't Max and Pippa be just like you?" I realize Max and Pippa will probably never be as cuddly as this sweet girl, but I would really like to be able to hold and pet them someday. Same goes for Abbie. Twice now, I've had a dream in which I let her out of her crate and she came right up to me purring and letting me pet her like a completely tamed and domesticated cat.... as if she was never feral.
I hope someone can give me the encouragement I need to not give up so soon.... I love these critters...
I should be very happy with the progress I've made with them considering how old they are (Max and Pippa about 9 months, Abbie about 4 yrs). For the most part, I am happy. Don't get me wrong. There was a time when I thought they would never even come close to me. So why am I so upset that I still can't touch or pet Max and Pippa without bribery on a consistent basis? Or that Abbie still makes me feel uncomfortable in letting her out of her crate? One minute, Max and Pippa will let me touch them and they enjoy being petted. Those moments bring such joy into my heart. Then the next minute they see my hand coming near and they bolt away, bursting that bubble. Sometimes, I'm not even attempting to touch them, I'm just reaching for a can of food or something that happens to be next to them. I know not to force the touching and to let them decide when it's OK, but it's so frustrating when they don't allow it, especially when it was OK just moments ago. How do I know when to move on to the next step? Am I moving too fast for their comfort? I worry that I may never get to the next stage and will never be able to pick them up without them struggling to get away. As for Abbie, I want to let her out of the crate, but I know that could cause a setback with Max and Pippa.
I was at the vet the other day and they have an adoption room full of kittens. One little cutie, about 6 months old, came up to the window and started meowing at me. I was allowed to go inside and visit her. She came right up to me, purring and rubbing against my leg. She wanted me to pick her up and hold her. I thought to myself "Why can't Max and Pippa be just like you?" I realize Max and Pippa will probably never be as cuddly as this sweet girl, but I would really like to be able to hold and pet them someday. Same goes for Abbie. Twice now, I've had a dream in which I let her out of her crate and she came right up to me purring and letting me pet her like a completely tamed and domesticated cat.... as if she was never feral.
I hope someone can give me the encouragement I need to not give up so soon.... I love these critters...