by Gigi F
LOVES the cat grass !
About 3 yrs ago, my daughter was approached by a co-worker who had found a nearly starved, about 4-wk-old kitten on the roadside. My daughter brought home the kitten, got vet advice, and shots and spaying when the time came.
My granddaughter (8yr old) bottle-fed the baby, bathed her, played with her, and slept with her.
After about a year, I opened my door to my granddaughter with an armload of white fluff and "Nana, I can't keep my kitty. Will you take care of her?" What could I say?
For almost a year, poor kitty came out only at night to eat and was rarely seen. I left her alone, only checking to be sure she was safe and eating, litter box clean, etc. Until the day the back door got left open and she went out to explore and had what I assume was a panic attack.
I heard her crying and found her laying 2 feet from the door, looking very lost. She let me scoop her up, bring her in, and talk to her, pet her, etc. She climbed inside my t-shirt to snuggle and I let her - it's a mom thing, I guess she was cold and scared.
Within a day, she started climbing into bed with me, then the shower, then perching on top of furniture and watching TV with me and my 2 Chihuahuas.
I don't know or really care if she's a pure-bred cat, but her personality and appearance sure seem like the Turkish Angora to me. She still runs from everyone but me, and most people who visit don't even know there IS a cat living with me.
She's still hard to photograph (I guess she's shy), but I wanted to share her story.