Meet Gracie, my newest kitty. I had decided to adopt senior cats when I was ready for another one. She had been at the shelter I volunteer at since August, her owner had died and the owner's family could not keep her. Poor girl!
She is a dear dear sweet little thing. I'd seen her and worked with her quite a few times doing kennel cleaning and the Kitty Comfort program they have for fearful cats, cats not eating, stressed cats.
She's 12 years old. Is a tortie point siamese.
She's adjusting! Was so scared in the shelter, but is doing well at home here. (Home! Sounds so good.) I brought her home yesterday afternoon, and after a couple of hours of figuring things out she would come up to me for lots of scratches and brushing. She purrs and purrs and head butts and leans on me. She's eating, drinking, peeing/pooping, and plays a bit!
She's in a bedroom now, and my other cats (Mooshoo and Waffles) aren't freaked out. Waffles is oblivious but aware she's here, and Mooshoo is more curious but wary.
I couldn't get her out of my mind, and she just got into my heart. Such a love. It felt so right.
She has a benign heart murmur but no other medical issues. I'm keeping her shelter name, I usually do food names but Gracie just fits too well. Maybe someday I'll have a George- all of you won't know what I mean . (I had a Fred and a Ginger in the past.)
Life feels more complete.
Loafing on the chair:
She is a dear dear sweet little thing. I'd seen her and worked with her quite a few times doing kennel cleaning and the Kitty Comfort program they have for fearful cats, cats not eating, stressed cats.
She's 12 years old. Is a tortie point siamese.
She's adjusting! Was so scared in the shelter, but is doing well at home here. (Home! Sounds so good.) I brought her home yesterday afternoon, and after a couple of hours of figuring things out she would come up to me for lots of scratches and brushing. She purrs and purrs and head butts and leans on me. She's eating, drinking, peeing/pooping, and plays a bit!
She's in a bedroom now, and my other cats (Mooshoo and Waffles) aren't freaked out. Waffles is oblivious but aware she's here, and Mooshoo is more curious but wary.
I couldn't get her out of my mind, and she just got into my heart. Such a love. It felt so right.
She has a benign heart murmur but no other medical issues. I'm keeping her shelter name, I usually do food names but Gracie just fits too well. Maybe someday I'll have a George- all of you won't know what I mean . (I had a Fred and a Ginger in the past.)
Life feels more complete.
Loafing on the chair:
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