I just lost my third cat, the ex-feral mamacat that I adopted two and a half years ago, to traffic. I had hoped in two years survival as a stray that she had learned how to cope with our generally backwater street. She was becoming a sweet cat. If you approached her when she was relaxed or asleep and started skritching, she was immediately hypnotized and could be petted for a l-o-o-o-n-g time. And on a few notable occasions she would take the initiative and come into your lap. But she could not be touched when she was awake and alert. She had come so far, and I had hopes of her getting as comfortable with me as the two I adopted as infants. Ah, well... She had a couple of years of warmth and food and no continual pregnancies, anyway.
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Date: 2010-12-04 11:18 pm (UTC)I just lost my third cat, the ex-feral mamacat that I adopted two and a half years ago, to traffic. I had hoped in two years survival as a stray that she had learned how to cope with our generally backwater street. She was becoming a sweet cat. If you approached her when she was relaxed or asleep and started skritching, she was immediately hypnotized and could be petted for a l-o-o-o-n-g time. And on a few notable occasions she would take the initiative and come into your lap. But she could not be touched when she was awake and alert. She had come so far, and I had hopes of her getting as comfortable with me as the two I adopted as infants. Ah, well... She had a couple of years of warmth and food and no continual pregnancies, anyway.