Acquired: Other (stray, given cat by friend etc.)
Posted Jul 25, 2015
When I moved from Virginia to Missouri in 2007, it was under very stressful and somewhat traumatic times. I was suffering from PTSD, had anxiety, and was all around having difficulty to cope with the world around me. However, when I got to my home in Missouri, I had received a small present from the universe. There was a small female calico, barely old enough to be out on her own, shivering in the still harsh winter. I had seen her running off from my porch before, leaving as soon as she saw any sign of a person coming. She was skittish and shy, but the first time I truly got to see her was when I noticed this frail little kitten eating bread crumbs that I had put out for the birds. I immediately went out and got a bag of generic cat food and some cans of wet food. I mixed the wet food with some hot water, like I had with previous cats, so it was the equivalent of warming up with a hot meal and put it on the porch. I knew she wouldn't come up while I was out there, so I watched from a window. Over the next few months, I started coaxing her up onto the porch with moving a plate of dry food closer and closer to where I would sit. Eventually, she let me pet her, and, by that time the next year, she would be begging to be loved. I couldn't leave the house without hearing the telltale, high pitched "Mow mow mow mow mow mow mow" coming as she sprinted from wherever she was napping in my yard to come great me and be loved. She helped me get a focus on reality- a root to help me through my times of stress. I became very attached to her, and my family all joked that she was my baby. As I would mow the grass, she would follow behind, on multiple occasions helping save me from snakes I had disturbed in my garden by swatting at them before they lunged at me. She was still skittish of the world around her, but it got to the point that I could no longer sit on my back porch without the little calico in my lap, leaving needle marks in my legs from her sharp claws. She eventually got used to my dog, and the two would often cuddle. I love every moment I have ever spent with that cat. My largest regret was this: before I had found her, she had gotten feline leukemia. As I had another cat in the house who was healthy, I could never allow her to come inside and enjoy the indoor life that she was always trying to obtain (often sneaking inside when the door was opened for the dog). During winter, I kept her in a heated room in my basement, where none of the other animals are allowed to go. My favorite memory of her, which shows her playfulness and intelligence comes from her wanting for love. The door to the back porch is in my kitchen with its window looking right to my spot at the table. She learned that, when she heard noise coming from the kitchen, she would climb onto patio table, dig her claws into the exterior moulding, and then sit on the door knob so she was clearly visible in the window with her signature meowing until I would finally break down and eat my dinner outside with her. I would recommend this cat to anyone. I've had many animals in my life, and I have never been so attached as to this one.