I just wanted to share with people who will appreciate the thrill my little feral girl has given me this week.
A little background, Ophelia was trapped between the walls of our apartment building and we busted a hole in the wall to let a beautiful little 5-6 week old kitten in. Either we were the first people she ever saw, or she had a bad experience with people. She was definitely a feral kitten who had learned well from her feral mother not to trust people.
Somewhere along the lines, she decided that Daddy was OK. Probably because Daddy was always there, and pretty much ignored her (he works from home). She loves Daddy, even though it was me that spent time with her as a kitten, playing with her and Trent, and wanting so badly for her to trust me.
While she would occassionally allow me to pet her, and I could give her treats every night, she didn't really *love* me. She liked me OK, as she sleeps with me almost every night when it's cool (I don't flop around like Daddy) and she knows I feed her and scoop her litter.
In the past week, something in her little feral mind decided that Mommy is more than just acceptable in her life. She's asked for loves from me. She lets me pet her with two hands. She reaches her little face up to mine in an almost
kiss (like Trent gives kisses). She comes out to greet me when I come home. She'll go past my legs in a close space (like a doorway) if I tell her that it's OK and acknowledge that I see her there, which she never did before.
It's taken over 6 years. But this little feral girl, who has retained her feralness even though she been in with us for so long, has made another giant leap of faith to love me like I love her.
Just made my heart sing.
A little background, Ophelia was trapped between the walls of our apartment building and we busted a hole in the wall to let a beautiful little 5-6 week old kitten in. Either we were the first people she ever saw, or she had a bad experience with people. She was definitely a feral kitten who had learned well from her feral mother not to trust people.
Somewhere along the lines, she decided that Daddy was OK. Probably because Daddy was always there, and pretty much ignored her (he works from home). She loves Daddy, even though it was me that spent time with her as a kitten, playing with her and Trent, and wanting so badly for her to trust me.
In the past week, something in her little feral mind decided that Mommy is more than just acceptable in her life. She's asked for loves from me. She lets me pet her with two hands. She reaches her little face up to mine in an almost
It's taken over 6 years. But this little feral girl, who has retained her feralness even though she been in with us for so long, has made another giant leap of faith to love me like I love her.
