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For two years my new mom had been watching me, a mother kitty and
just a
baby myself, thus she was calling me Mama Kitty. She longed to have me in
her home and protected.
Last year she found out woman in the area catches females, has them spayed
and
brings them back where she finds them and I may have been one of those
kitties as
I was gone for many days. She noticed, when I returned that I had put on
some
weight but she continued to feed me. Then, after about 2 years, she began
to get
closer to me. I don't know exactly what transpired our closeness but it
happened
pretty quick. At first I was very timid and would run if she even
twitched.
As the days passed I'd make attempts in getting a bit closer. I rolled,
purred and
chirped. Then the day came when I let her pet me. Eventually two-handed
petting
took place. I don't know who was happier. Something still wasn't right.
My new mom wasn't overjoyed by all these sappy happenings.
It was the new neighbors. They and their company would come down the road
like the Indianapolis 500, not to mention that HE wasn't crazy about cats.
Mom didn't think he would do anything to harm me but
couldn't overlook the
possibility. Mom didn't sleep well not knowing if one day I might get hit.
Not knowing if she'd see me again. She was getting sick with worry.
The time came for a decision... she would take me HOME.
To accomplish this I had to have my leukemia and aids tests and have all
the
other goodies done to protect me and the kids that already live here.
Mondays are my moms first day off for her weekends. And on one
specifically...
She got me!! In THE BOX... without even giving her a scratch, other than
her
soul as I swore at her about how I trusted her and she betrayed
me.
She was actually being cruel to be kind. Off to the vet. I stayed quiet
all the
way there, but dammit... as good as I was... she left me there. For two
hours.
As the phone rang, her heart raced a then subsided as she was given the
terrific
news. I was tested negative for everything. No lice, not many fleas or ear
mites,
and I was spayed and no worms. They had to sedate me though. I was very
upset
by the whole episode but they got everything done that was necessary and I
didn't know a thing. End result... a healthy cat.
Mom felt guilty bringing me in not knowing if maybe I already belonged to
someone and may be taking someone's beloved pet but then she knew...
"who cares" because I would now be out of harms way and into a
great home.
Her other worry was... I am black and Halloween is coming real soon.
We all know what can happen to any animal but black cats seem get tortured
on this occasion. An indoor cat is a healthy and safe cat.
Now
back from the vet... I am HOME. When she came to get me she found
that
one of the technicians had quite the little (used very loosely) gift I gave him.
The
top of his forearm from his elbow to the middle of his hand showed a scratch
about
a 1/4 inch wide. He just laughed and shrugged it off saying
"she's
a wild one". Mom knew he didn't mean me any harm... well, I didn't.
She
put me in the bathroom with food, water, litter pan and some cozy towels
to
sleep in but I peed in them instead. When mom knew this she kept plopping
me in
a sand box. It was nice and now, that is what I use. I stayed behind the
toilet
most of the time. It was so scary for me. Mom kept coming in and checking
on me,
talking softly. I still spit at her though. I needed my space for a while.
I was
lonely that first morning and decided to wake her up. She grumbled
something
about it being 2:00am. After a short time she gave me access to
two
adjoining rooms, the bath and back porch. So, then I hid behind the heavy
screen
door on the porch under an old rug cutting. I ate a little and scattered
some
litter on the floor and she mumbled again when she stepped on it.
I try
to make sure I wake her up by howling out the window throughout the
night
reminding her that I'm still here and she'll get up and come
in... yep...
and I spit at her until she'd tickle and pet me. I'd roll around and sing
my song.
I've
let her pick me up in her arms but not too long and the same with putting me
in her
lap. I still miss going outside and cry for her to let me out but... she won't.
I
think she lets me cry to get it out of my system.
I have
the whole upstairs now with another "pretty" face and I try to stay away
from
her. I think just she'd rather be left alone and personally... I don't
think
it would be wise to mess with her anyway.
I stay
under the bed all day and when it gets dark and she retires for the
evening...
I come out and talk... a lot.
I
enjoy the peace and quiet but for some reason she gets upset.
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