It's been almost a year (on Jan. 29) since I adopted Peter, but because I'll be out of town then, we're celebrating a little early!
I had no plans to adopt another cat when I started volunteering with a small TNR/rescue group in the fall of 2004, but when I began to help socialize a litter of feral kittens, I was immediately drawn to the most timid of the bunch - a little gray and white guy with huge, expressive eyes that hissed, cringed when you reached for him, then ran to hide behind his mother. The little guy and his sister, a beautiful solid white little girl, were the last to get adopted. They went to a home right before Xmas, but were returned two weeks later when they reportedly returned to their feral behavior. The adopters said the male kitten was "vicious."
I had some serious doubts about adopting him myself (especially how my two older girls would react), but as I held the traumatized little guy and looked into those eyes, I knew he was meant to be mine.
A few weeks later, Peter came home. From that frightened kitten, he's grown into an incredibly sweet, cuddly and playful boy. Now, I can't imagine life without him.
Here's a couple of my favorite pictures of Peter:
http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y183/eilcon/DSCN5658copy.jpg
http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y183/eilcon/littleguy.jpg
I had no plans to adopt another cat when I started volunteering with a small TNR/rescue group in the fall of 2004, but when I began to help socialize a litter of feral kittens, I was immediately drawn to the most timid of the bunch - a little gray and white guy with huge, expressive eyes that hissed, cringed when you reached for him, then ran to hide behind his mother. The little guy and his sister, a beautiful solid white little girl, were the last to get adopted. They went to a home right before Xmas, but were returned two weeks later when they reportedly returned to their feral behavior. The adopters said the male kitten was "vicious."
I had some serious doubts about adopting him myself (especially how my two older girls would react), but as I held the traumatized little guy and looked into those eyes, I knew he was meant to be mine.
A few weeks later, Peter came home. From that frightened kitten, he's grown into an incredibly sweet, cuddly and playful boy. Now, I can't imagine life without him.
Here's a couple of my favorite pictures of Peter:
http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y183/eilcon/DSCN5658copy.jpg
http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y183/eilcon/littleguy.jpg
