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For those of you who believe that cats do not understand when you talk to them, perhaps this experience I just had with one of my ferals will change your mind.
When Kabota's brother Shredder died, little by little Kabot withdrew from us. He stopped coming into the house, he stopped running up to us in the yard, and he would vanish for days, sometimes weeks at a time, causing us great concern.
Tonight, earlier, he showed up on the back porch and he was soaking wet. I was doing the laundry, and as luck would have it, I had towels in the dryer that were nice and toasty warm. I grabbed a towel and wrapped him up, brought him into the house (he was growling big time)
Instead of sitting on the couch, I sat down on the floor with him in my lap, toweling him off and talking to him. I told him I was worried about him, said that he must have a cold dark hole to hide in and reminded him of the many warm places in the house he could come to instead. We sat on the floor for about 45 minutes, before he jumped off my lap and ran outside. I was sad as I watched him go..........
Fast forward to about an hour ago, we were downstairs watching television, when in walks Kabota! He jumps up on my lap, snuggles down purring, and then looks over at Mike and he went over to snuggle in Mike's beard as well. He was so wet, so I took the fleece blanket Colby made me and called him over, and he walked to my lap, settled down and we just snuggled together. He lay in the crook of my arm, for a long time and then walked over to what was his favorite chair a long time ago and is still sleeping there. He does not know Taz, Squirrel or the Trips, so I am sure there will be an adjustment period, but he is home where he should be, and it was wonderful to have this maine coon mix that we bottle fed, back in our arms. Mike was incredulous and wanted to know what I did to get Kabota back inside. I simply told him the truth, I told Mike, I talked to him.
We also took pictures and as soon as I am on my own machine again I will post them!
When Kabota's brother Shredder died, little by little Kabot withdrew from us. He stopped coming into the house, he stopped running up to us in the yard, and he would vanish for days, sometimes weeks at a time, causing us great concern.
Tonight, earlier, he showed up on the back porch and he was soaking wet. I was doing the laundry, and as luck would have it, I had towels in the dryer that were nice and toasty warm. I grabbed a towel and wrapped him up, brought him into the house (he was growling big time)
Fast forward to about an hour ago, we were downstairs watching television, when in walks Kabota! He jumps up on my lap, snuggles down purring, and then looks over at Mike and he went over to snuggle in Mike's beard as well. He was so wet, so I took the fleece blanket Colby made me and called him over, and he walked to my lap, settled down and we just snuggled together. He lay in the crook of my arm, for a long time and then walked over to what was his favorite chair a long time ago and is still sleeping there. He does not know Taz, Squirrel or the Trips, so I am sure there will be an adjustment period, but he is home where he should be, and it was wonderful to have this maine coon mix that we bottle fed, back in our arms. Mike was incredulous and wanted to know what I did to get Kabota back inside. I simply told him the truth, I told Mike, I talked to him.