Arrival Story: My husband and I first met Abby at the local humane society. She had been brought in to animal control by people who said they found her wandering seemingly lost and had taken care of her for a couple of weeks but could not continue to do so. Fortunately animal control sent her to the humane society which is a no-kill shelter. They estimated her to be about a year and half old.
My husband spotted her and tickled her in her cage--which she loved. He also noticed she had been eating her food, which he thought was a sign she had not been too traumatized. We took her to a cat playroom to see what her personality was like: she pretty much sat still and just watched while we tried to interest her in many different toys. We felt she was just too scared to play and who could blame her? (She was scared, but...uh...actually even now she does react to a lot of toys by just watching them or walking away.)
So we adopted her and brought her home! And she is now part of our family. She still loves being tickled by her human Daddy--mostly she comes to me for playtime with string or a pawbreaker or to be fed....She never really meows, but squeaks (Mow, mow)--as if she were still a kitten.
My husband grew up with dogs and the occasional stray cat, but I never had a "pet" of any kind except for a goldfish when a child, so Abby has really changed my life. She is a rather nervous cat and she has had some problems so sometimes it's a big challenge. But we love her!