I wish I could find my charger to my camera. A picture would go great with this story. Back in the middle of my SOCKS days, a litter of kittens was found at our feeding station on the Rail Trail. I took them to bottle feed, and the elderly neighbor next door helped with the task. She fed during the week and I took the weekends. When they were weaned, she decided she wanted to adopt the little gray one. Seemed reasonable. I knew she loved him. Time passes and her disabled son died, then her sickly husband died. She could no longer afford to keep the apartment and had to move in with a relative. This once bottle fed cat ended up being a holy terror and no one could get near it. We couldnt let it out to fend for itself for it was not raised by a kitty mom and therefore would have probably gotten himself killed pretty quickly. So it was decided he would move in to my basement and live like a feral but in a controlled environment. It did mean that he would be exposed to the feline leukemia and aids kitties here, but at least he would be tended to. I worked with him slowly and he did allow me to pet him, came out to greet me whenever I brought food, but did not want to be picked up and never followed the other cats up the stairs to the regular house until about 2-3 weeks ago. I no longer feed in the basement. Im trying to get everyone used to the house so that when I make the final move upstairs for them, it wont be too shocking. This kitten was named Toughie. He was tiny. Now he looks like a bull dog, and the sweetest cat in the world. Such a gentle soul. He became aggressive out of fear. They always screamed next door. There was hitting and yelling all the time. It is by no means quiet here, but if there is any yelling going on, its for the dogs, and all the cats just grin and giggle. Mr. Toughie has become my bathroom lap kitty. I am just amazed at the transformation. I wonder if he remembers me feeding him, bathing him, warming him. I wonder if it all came back to him and he knew he could trust me or if I had to win him all over again. He didnt have a horrible life. He was by no means abused. But kitties ears are very sensitive and this boy has the sweetest of souls. I am sure the damage the humans did to each other with their loud and vile words and violent behavior towards one another was absorbed by him. He was in defense all the time even though I dont believe any of the noise was aimed at him. Something to think about with our pets and our children. They hear, see, and feel things differently from us or maybe the same but we have gotten too far away from our own sensitive souls. Well, that was sure a lot of thinking for today. I think I should probably try to sleep it off ;)
Posted on: Tue, 28 Oct 2014 17:56:14 +0000
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