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Age: 11 Years Sex: Female Weight: 7 lbs.
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Hill'ry, Hill-billie, Pixie, Sprite, Squeaky, Downstairs Princess
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October 31st 2004
Being petted now that she's learned how. She's the one most likely to come if we wiggle our fingers to sumon her for pets. And jumping up in the air is fun, too!
She hates being reached for by strangers, she has a cower reflex like she may have been hit when she was little. Otherwise she loves being petted by us. She also goes nuts when she's caged for any amount of time.
Other kittens! Otherwise she seems quite fond of a little foam-rubber soccer ball.
Favorite Nap Spot:
In her rocking chair and on top of her bookcases, but she loves being an indoor kitty and sleeping any spot she pleases.
She's not fussy, but she likes canned food a lot.
She has jumped about 6 feet straight in the air while playing. She can meow 150 squeaky little mews in a row and not lose her voice.
Hillary was actually born indoors, but her human family didn't pay much attention to her, and whatever attention they did give her left her with a fear of human hands coming towards her. They handed her over to our feral cat volunteer group promising that she was pretty friendly and would tame up quickly and be adoptable... But she's been in foster care for over half a year! Her first foster home was in a warehouse which she didn't care for all that much, then she came to live with us in a real home setting. She took half a year to get to the point where we could pet her and she's finally really comfortable in her home so we've broken down and decided to give her the stability of a loving family she deserves.
Hillary has made progress towards trusting humans in little babysteps. First we worked with her when she was in a big cage but as she got bigger she would just tear the thing to pieces every night and she kept dumping her food and water and stressing herself out even more, so we let her roam free. It was harder to tame her that way but after 8 months she loves being petted. She lets our family pet her whenever we want now and if we bring a stranger around enough she starts coming out while they are around, too. We're so proud of our little abused kitten who is getting to be so brave!
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August 31st 2006 1:18 pm
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Well, my foster family finally came to the realization that Riley, Nips, and Moggie loved me too much and I took too long to learn to trust them and I might as well just stay here forever. If you're gonna keep two crazy little boys like Nips and Moggie you might as well have a nice mild-mannered girl like me to balance things out! I think they made the right choice. I don't know what I'd do if I had to adjust to a whole new place and a whole new family of people!
Since they decided I was going to be their cat forever their grandma who was nice enough to let me live downstairs with her passed away, and they needed to rent that part of the house out to pay something called "property taxes" I'm not sure exactly what that means, but because of it I had to make the move from downstairs kitty to upstairs kitty! It's pretty neat up here... There is more sunlight and more places to jump around, and a *lot* more cats! Plus my people are always around up here so I can get petted whenever I want.
...Well, not so much when strangers are around. Then I like to hide inside the couch or under a bed. But I'm getting better with that, too. The girl who moved in downstairs spends a lot of time up here and sometimes at night I come around while she's still here. Like Tuesday, Nat and Heidi's 3rd birthday, when we were having kitty cakes (canned cat food on half a dozen paper plates scattered around the house) when she was up here... I really didn't want to come out in the open and let her see me, but I really wanted some of the cake, so I came out anyway. It was delicious, and nothing bad happened to me!
Oh, another really cool thing is that living up here I get to see the outdoor cats more. Hannah is really nice and she sits by the door most of the day so we can all go and hang out with her. It's neat to see how she can live outside... but I don't think I'd want to be out there because it gets really cold in the winter, and really hot in the summer when our house somehow magically stays cool, and then at night these big furry things come and grunt and snort while they eat up all her leftover food! Imagine waking up in the morning with no food in your dish! I'm just glad it's never a problem for me.
I'm really getting used to this life. Oher kitties out there- if you're scared to let people touch you because other people have hurt you in the past, reconsider giving your new people a chance. I don't think they'd keep bugging you if they didn't really want to pet you and be your friend, and petting feels sooo nice! Plus they always give you food and water and if you're lucky they'll be crazy like my people and have all sorts of other cats you can play with!
August 27th 2005 10:43 pm
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Well, I've been letting foster-mommy pet me during and after dinner for a week now. I've even let her mom pet me a little. She's very happy about it and very proud of me. I guess I'm getting really good at it. When I'm done eating she pets me and I rub my cheeks on everything, like I'd do if I was hanging out with Riley, and even though she can't smell my pheromones she knows that's a good sign. And she thinks it's good that my tail sticks straight up when she pets me, too. Does that mean anything? I didn't even know I was doing it, I just felt good! I guess that is what most of the upstairs kitties do when they get really happy, so maybe it's how most happy cats act?
So now that I'm walking around to rub on everything while I'm being petted I'm getting a lot better at being reached for. She tried to pick me up once but I really didn't like that. I was brave though and forgave her right away, I know she wasn't trying to scare me on purpose. She's started changing her technique a little... now when she's petting me while I'm eating she makes her hand come at me from the front so I can see it coming in my peripheral vision... That's kind of scary but then I just get petted and so I'm getting more used to hands coming at me not meaning doom. And tonight she put my bowl on her knee so I had to put my paws on her leg to eat and be petted. I think she has some crazy idea that some day I might sit in her lap to eat, or maybe to be petted... I'm not sure about any of that. But so far I can live with this knee thing.
Oh! And next weekend or the following weekend I'm going to get two little foster brothers. They won't be around long since they are very tame and very young (humans like little cats I guess, I like any sized cat!) and they'll be adopted soon after they get here. But it will be fun to have some round the clock kitty companions for a little while! I wish Riley could play with me all night, or maybe if some of the big kitties would come down and play with me... But the only ones who come to visit are Jürgen and Stormy, and Jürgen is missing still and they both tend to just come down and start freaking out like little scaredy kittens, anyway!
August 20th 2005 10:26 pm
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Okay, so it's kinda late and my foster mom has to go help spay and neuter homeless kitties early tomorrow morning. But she still gives me my nightly canned food because she knows I look forward to it so much. I'm letting her pet me like I have been for a week or so now, only jumping back after every dozen or so pets. And I finish my canned food. And the strangest feeling came over me... Like I wanted her to keep petting me! It was weird, but I lifted my head, and squinted my eyes happily at her, and she kept petting me! She even started to cry, which was weird because for me it was a happy thing and usually she's happier the more she pets me. So first I was letting her pet my head, and then she was petting me from head to tail, and then she patted me right above my tail and it felt real good on my back and I started to tippy-toe! It all felt so neat, and she even scratched my cheeks for me which is nice because doing that yourself is a lot of work! I think I'll let her pet me for a little while after dinner every night from now on.
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