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| Sweetie hiding out. |
Somewhere about January, we had a horrible ice storm. It snowed a good five inches, melted a little, and then froze over. To top it off, we had freezing rain, and then more snow on top of that.
So imagine our surprise when a
cat showed up at our door!
We didn't really know what to do, considering we have cats and this stray kitty could have diseases. We ended up bringing her downstairs (it's separate from where we live) so we could give her some food, water, and warmth.
From that night on forward, she kept coming back around. Clearly, the warm house was much cozier than the garage she had found her way into. At first, Sweetie was timid. She hadn't been spayed. We think she was a stray that simply got so desperate for food and warmth, she found a house to beg her way into.
Now, I don't know if she saw that we had cats and knew it would be a safe place for her to go, but she picked the right house. Everyone here loves cats, and she's been well taken care of. Since she started coming around, she's been spayed, vaccinated, and tested for diseases. She's fed well, and comes and goes as she pleases. We named her Sweetie.
But the story doesn't end there.
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| Brother cat decides he wants loves after all. |
One day, I was rummaging around in the garage when a black cat darted out and escaped out the door. No big deal, Sweetie can be excitable from time to time. Until I went back in the house, and found out that Sweetie had been inside the whole time.
That's about when we found out Sweetie had a brother.
He was feral when we first found him, and we really doubted if he'd ever be friendly, let alone as friendly as Sweetie. He ate, but he wouldn't come close to anyone. If you so much as looked at him the wrong way, he'd take off and wouldn't be seen for a day or so.
I worked with him, sitting in the yard, offering him food. The poor thing looked starved and had scars all over his face from fighting with the neighborhood cats. Slowly, he'd start to come around. He'd eat with you sitting on the deck. I upped the ante, bringing his food closer and closer until he was right next to me. Eventually, he let me pet him as long as he could eat.
Now, he begs readily for attention before and after meal times. Brother still doesn't come in and he hates to be picked up. I hate to think of him out there in the winter, but we've set up a den for him in the garage. Sometimes he hides out under the house, which is cover at least. Hopefully, one day, we'll be able to tame him enough to bring him inside and give him the proper care that his sister gets.
But that's the story of how these two kitties became our downstairs family, and adopted us when faced with the harsh reality of a bitter cold winter.
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