Baby-Girl came to us on March 1, 2020, from Eureka, California. She was about 4 months old and born feral. I was under the impression that the people bringing her to us had domesticated her. Wrong! I thought it strange that the Sequoia Humane Society referred them to F.A.T. Cat Haven. Now I know why.
This little girl was a spitfire. I put her into a pen until she could be spayed, vaccinated, wormed, and tested for diseases. During those few days, I tried to befriend her, but she insisted on hissing, growling, and even biting. After her vet appointment, I proceeded to approach her with a calm voice, petting, and finally holding her. She finally settled down and decided she liked it and purred for me.
As I checked her incision it seems she has managed to pull out some stitches after only a few days, so back to the vet. Now she comes home with the “cone of shame” on. To stay on for 1 week, then 1 week off and back to the vet to remove stitches. Darn if the “little shit” didn’t mess with her incision again. This time she gets staples and needs to wear her collar for 1 week on and 1 week off. Well, you probably have guessed by now that Baby-Girl had taken out some staples and the incision site doesn’t look good. Another vet visit and her tummy cleaned up, new sutures placed, and a collar for 3 weeks until it heals.
She is now a little “purr-box” with me but goes around growling under her breath at the other cats in the household. They want to check her out and play but are held back by the growling sounds coming from this little girl. I’ve even seen her roll on the floor enticing them to play, all the while growling. Baby-Girl, it would probably be easier to make friends if you quit growling.
She is turning into quite the lap cat. The next few months should be an adventure with her. I've noticed she likes being up high. Since she is being picked on in the house, she has been moved to the cat room. She has taken up residence on top of the cabinet where the paper towels are stored.