Summer '99 The cat is supposed to come live with us. Bm and her
parents can't catch the cat. We wait til the next pickup of ss.
The cat's not ready to go. We stay in the car on the
driveway as we watch bm, her parents, ss chase all over inside the house
after the cat. Cat's finally in the carrier.
Bm gives us a bag of special canned cat food, "This is the only
food she'll eat." They make sounds about how picky the cat
is, that we must let her out of the house...
Hmphhh. The cat's got no problem eating anything at our
home. We let the cat out of the house when we felt she was
ready despite bm and her mother's many weeks of attempts to hurry us
regarding that issue.
The cat was psycho for weeks, seemingly in fear often of being kicked or
chased. She never jumped on chairs or beds. She was panic
stricken when the door closed after she went outside, as tho she was in
terror of being locked out for long periods of time.
She learned to trust us. She's up on laps, chairs, beds,
trusting she'll have a way back in to the house, feeling at home.
The cat and all of our family have bonded *grin*.