In October, 2008 I found this site when searching for help. I had brought in a feral tortie, originally named Autumn, later aptly named Scaredy Cat, after a couple weeks of feeding her outside, and gaining her confidence. Apparently I introduced her to my two indoor/outdoor neutered boys too soon, because she showed extreme aggression toward them, to the point they were terrified, and all of them began marking.
She was spayed and calmed down to the point where the boys had normal lives, and though she was always afraid of men, she dearly loved me. She truly lived up to her name, and hid when strangers (or later, my grandson) came in.
She saw her 2 brothers go to the rainbow bridge, hated everyone when we got a puppy in 2015, and greatly disliked a kitten we adopted in 2018.
Otherwise, she's had a happy enough life, spending many days and nights cuddled on my bed, or rocking chair. Her favorite spot was beside me if I had food.
She developed hyperthyroid issues a few years ago, but we were managing that with transdermal meds. She was not eating well in March, so I took her to the vet. She had dropped 2 pounds since December, and weighed 6 lbs. The vet felt she was dealing with brain lesions, which I guess brought on a sort of dementia.
A steroid shot and fluids perked her right up, and she ate like a pig for several days. Would stand on her hind legs begging for vanilla ice cream, which I was happy to give her.
Gradually her appetite slowed down, and last week, nothing would get her to eat. She was clearly not feeling good, so I had to let her go. One of the most heartbreaking things I've ever had to do.
I hope she is running free, enjoying sprigs of cat nip and all the ice cream she can eat.
RIP, Scaredy Cat.
She was spayed and calmed down to the point where the boys had normal lives, and though she was always afraid of men, she dearly loved me. She truly lived up to her name, and hid when strangers (or later, my grandson) came in.
She saw her 2 brothers go to the rainbow bridge, hated everyone when we got a puppy in 2015, and greatly disliked a kitten we adopted in 2018.
Otherwise, she's had a happy enough life, spending many days and nights cuddled on my bed, or rocking chair. Her favorite spot was beside me if I had food.
She developed hyperthyroid issues a few years ago, but we were managing that with transdermal meds. She was not eating well in March, so I took her to the vet. She had dropped 2 pounds since December, and weighed 6 lbs. The vet felt she was dealing with brain lesions, which I guess brought on a sort of dementia.
A steroid shot and fluids perked her right up, and she ate like a pig for several days. Would stand on her hind legs begging for vanilla ice cream, which I was happy to give her.
Gradually her appetite slowed down, and last week, nothing would get her to eat. She was clearly not feeling good, so I had to let her go. One of the most heartbreaking things I've ever had to do.
I hope she is running free, enjoying sprigs of cat nip and all the ice cream she can eat.
RIP, Scaredy Cat.
