When we trapped the three babies, had them “fixed”, got their shots, etc., a lady who works with feral cats told us, “You’ll never tame those kittens.” Well, they turned out to be the sweetest, most loving, clingy lap cats we’ve ever had. (One became very ill with seizures — the sweetest of them all — and he’s waiting for us at Rainbow Bridge. It’s been three years, and I still cry for him.)
A year later, we brought in their mother who still is quite wild. She’s very sweet, “talks” up a storm, and loves to be petted — with one hand only. If she sees that other hand make an appearance, she’s gone.
We had two rescues before these. Now we have six indoor-only cats, and they all get along.
They do have a way of becoming a big part of your life-I lost my much-loved Siberian Husky late this past winter-she was 17-she left peacefully in her sleep-I might never have another dog-she was that special...
My old Maine Coon died in his sleep less than a month ago-he was at least 19-I got him from the shelter 12 years ago, and he was at least 7, the vet said-Titus and Midget still look around the house for him-I’ll let another shelter cat pick me as their human soon-but not just yet-my pets stay indoors-cats all the time, and my Husky never went out without me-and on a long leash after dusk way out here, there are too many predators to let a domestic pet roam outdoors-they are fast food for coyotes and mountain lions.
I miss both my old babies so very much-it was hard to lose them both in just a few months, even though they were both so very old...