Hi all--I'm a newcomer to the forum here. I have a good friend who's always here and telling me about it, so I thought I'd have a go at it. I am proudly and happily owned by a 5-year-old dilute tortie named Indy. I got her when she was almost a year old at a pound in the San Francisco Bay Area. Acutally, that's a story in itself...more later. When I was at the pound, I didn't even notice her on my first pass of all the cages. The second time around, I saw her cowered in her litterbox--she blended right in (she's my camo kitty!) I opened the cage to get her out, and she clung for dear life to the edge of the litterbox. I got her into the "visitation area", and even as she was struggling to get away, she rubbed the side of her little face against my hand. I knew then and there she was going home with me. The people at the front desk told me she had been adopted and brought back. I asked why, and they said she had hid under the peoples' bed, and scratched them when they tried to pull her out....DUH. When I got her home (after a 300 mile car trip), she hid under my bed for 3 days straight, not coming out for food, water, or even to use the box (she held it for 3 whole days.) I have no clue what her background is, but I think it likely she was abused. She hates plastic bags. It has taken me a long time and a lot of patience, but she is such a social and pretty outgoing cat now. We have built an amazing trust and bond with each other. She is absolutely hilarious, makes the most human sounds I've ever heard out of a cat, has some of the softest fur ever, and is, of course, the queen of the house. As everyone here could, I could go on writing about her for pages--but I won't for now. Here's a few pictures of the little one:
Looking sassy as she so often does:
http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y23...imthequeen.jpg
After a fresh catnip binge:
http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y23...awy/catnip.jpg
Oh--the funny part about where I got her: I was living up in Humboldt Co., CA (about 300 miles north of San Francisco), and I went to the local pound to get a cat, but found out they check with your landlord to make sure you can have a pet. So, I ended up going down to the Bay Area (where my family is) and getting Indy there. It was definitely meant to be! We're a perfect pair, and she LOVES my fiance. (Whevever my evil ex was present, she would run, hide under the bed, and not come out until he had been gone at least half an hour. Smart cat.) She is my precious gift--cheesy, I know, but it's true.
Looking forward to chatting here--M & I
