I think my cat is finally warming up to me. After four years! Poor thing was basically feral when we got her, so I understand her distrust of people. She didn’t want to snuggle. She didn’t even like being petted. It was “Leave the food and go!” She’s extraordinarily lucky to have me as her caretaker – for life.
That’s an important point. When I accept the responsibility of an animal, its guaranteed food, doctor care, grooming and, above all respect. No one is going to hurt it, tease it, lock it up in a crate. Well except for briefly on that trip to the vet. I don’t spend a lot of time trying to train it to be something it isn’t. I let it become the scruffy little being it was born to be with all its quirks and eccentricities.
And I do not believe in keeping cats prisoners in your home. My husband and I are blessed to live on two acres of double-fenced property so little Shadow has the run of the place. It’s so bad that when she made it known that the cat door at the back of the house was not sufficient for her total enjoyment, we put another one in the front. Now I know cats kill birds and other wildlife, like mice, which I don’t see as a problem. Luckily Shadow is a terrible hunter. And definitely not the sharpest knife in the drawer.
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