We adopted a tiny affectionate feral "kitten" who turned out to be a bit older and very near death. Once she began to get healthy, she started attacking us. Mostly our eyes and faces if we looked at her. She growled at her food. It got so bad we almost couldn't keep her because she got John with a very bad cornea scratch and tore the corner of my nostril while we slept!

The thing that made us try harder was this..

She played a FETCH game. She just brought the first ring to John to start the play. He threw those colorful plastic hamster connector rings into the air, after she hid behind a chair to wait. Then she would leap 4to 5 feet up in the air to catch them on her arms, she would go for multiples endind up with several rings on each arm. She was a monkey-cat In fact if he refused her invitation to play she would seriously attack him. It was a rare honor if she permit us to give her 2 short head pets NEVER more and no other touching. But she followed him like a puppy - all around an 11 acre perimeter and she took that walk with him every nite for 7 years, She would show off for him by running up tree trunks and back to his feet. What personality and love of life she had. She liked to have us near but not staring or petting. Never saw another cat quite like her. Sadly, "Miggidy Maggie the Migott" died from diabetes last year. Tough to give insulin to a cat you can't touch. She was not even 8 years old, but it seemed wrong somehow to put her through the indignity of forced touching on top of the medical treatment. My husband haunted the dumpsters for a long time after hoping to find another like her. But he never did

[ Reply To This Message ] [ Subscribe to this Thread ] [ Hide Replies ]