Sex: Female Weight: 11 lbs.
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Girlfriend and Pumpkin
People - they frighten me
Plastic rings from milk bottle
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Back of closet on top of the extra blankets
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Teaching cat manners to young cats
When I lost my orange tabby it was several months before I decided to find a companion for my tuxedo cat. One Saturday afternoon my niece and I decided to just stop at a shelter and look. We had dinner plans that evening and agreed we would only look. While touring the adult cat room, Allie (shelter name Minnie) caught my eye. The adoption counselor was quick to notice that "Minnie" showed an interest and told us she was semi-feral and had arrived at the shelter with 3 newborns. She was placed in a foster home and allowed to raise her kittens. "Minnie" however remained reclusive and it was felt she should be released back to the streets once she was spayed. The vet spayed her and clipped her ear to prevent her from being trapped again. During her recovery, the volunteers at the shelter began to work with her and convinced the adoption counselors that she could be socialized.
"Minnie" allowed me to touch her head, and not any other spot! My niece and I spent an hour at the shelter, just with 'Minnie." We abandoned our dinner plans and I adopted "Minnie" and changed her name to Allie T. Cat, which later became Princess Allie.
Princess Allie quickly introduced herself to C.J., the resident tuxedo. They were fast friends. It took nearly 2 years before Allie allowed me to pet her beyond the top of her head. I gained her trust and her friendship. She allowed herself to be introduced to humans, only after they had been in the house for several hours.
Allie allowed me to bring in a number of kittens from the shelter who needed to be fostered. She had the biggest heart. Although she was happiest when the fostered kittens went back to the shelter, she taught them good cat manners.
Princess Allie was with me until June 2005. A true feral, she hid her illness until it was too late for intervention. I miss her so much. When I finally gained her trust, it was the happiest day of my life. I miss my Princess Allie.
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June 29th 2006 4:09 pm
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To my Allie Cat. I knew you were a Princess the first day we met at the animal shelter. Jess and I visited the shelter together. Jessica had brought me so much good luck picking out CJ that I brought her along as a good luck charm. And, it worked! I was told you were feral but with the right home and right environment you would become a loving house cat. Before you were brought into the adoption room I was told that you might not come out of the carrier and that you might not let me touch you. About five minutes later, the adoption counselor returned with you, in the carrier, as far back inside the carrier as you could get. The carrier was placed on the table and the door opened. I peered inside, cooed at you and you returned my gaze. As the counselor told me all about you, I continued to speak to you and slowly inch my hand toward the open carrier door. I remember everyone was silent...watching to see your response. And, you, My Princess, surprised us all by sticking your head out of the carrier, sniffing my fingers...one at a time until you inspected my entire hand...and then you lowered your head and let me stroke you between the ears. The spark of love was ignited and I knew that you were the cat I would adopt that day. The counselor kept asking if I wanted to see any other cats, but I refused. Although it took 3 years before you would sit on my lap, there was never a doubt that you trusted me totally and believed with all your heart and soul that I would take care of you. You trusted me when I brought in kittens from the shelter that needed a foster home. You trusted me each time I clipped your nails. You trusted that each time I left the apartment, I would return to you. You kept my feet warm in the winter and you kept me company on the sofa for every movie, book, or whatever was going on at the moment. It also took you about 3 years to find your voice. I remember the first time I heard you meow...it was with a shaky, small voice! As you grew in confidence, so did your voice and we had some great conversations each morning! You gave me so much love and devotion that I decided you rescued me instead of the other way around. Because of you, I learned how rewarding life is when a feral cat bonds with a human. Because of you, I started volunteering at an animal shelter was able to work with a number of feral cats and show others how to foster love and trust with a feral cat. My Princess Allie, you were my teacher, my friend, and my girlfriend. You were as polite and courteous as the most proper Princess should be. We could only guess your age when I adopted you. You spent the remaining six years of your life with me. I wish it were longer. I am glad you are not in pain. I am forever grateful you loved me and trusted me when you had no reason to do so. I love you. I miss you. My life is forever changed because of you.
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