The Cat Who Would Be Tiber

 

My early recollections are of living in a cat communal group. We had the run of a few buildings comprised of many "antique" items and "furniture" for us to play around in. There was a man who fed us dry food and water and even sometimes we fought over getting canned treats. It was hot and I was itching with fleas, I always felt hungry too but not sure why. I was an older kitten, probably 14 weeks or so, when a woman named Debi came and rescued me.  I was neutered, given my shots, and had my first vet exam.

I was now healthy and ready to be adopted into my forever home...

Her name was Mary, and she came to the shop where I was available to be seen. Even though I wouldn't show off at all (I was  a little confused and afraid), Mary apparently liked me, because she talked to my foster mom, Debi, signed papers saying she would take good care of me, and then away I went to a new home and a new life. I had been adopted!

Three months have passed, I am now about 1 year old, and Mary calls me "Tiber". I am now at ease in my new home, although I was anything but comfortable at first. Getting used to a new building with several rooms and a new person was overwhelming to me, and I spent most of the first 6 weeks hiding under a bed, venturing out in the daytime only to eat, use my litter box, and occasionally letting my guard down enough to play some with the toys Mary brought to me. I began nocturnal adventures within the house when it was dark and still, and gradually became more confident with my surroundings and with Mary, who I was learning would do just about anything to please me. (Imagine that!)

Mary and I are now good friends. We have an extended play time every day during which I put her through her exercises, rather than the other way around, although I don't think she sees it that way. She pets me often and talks to me a lot, and I talk back sometimes, always sounding pleasant (and I think, somewhat charming). Her home is now my home, and everything in it is mine as well. These include my windows for looking out, my dressers for jumping up on, my tables for lying under, my beds for stretching out, and my closets which are full of fun things. I even have a large picture on top of a bureau, and it's of a quite handsome cat about my age. But here is the strange part. Sometimes he will stand up, other times he will sit, and he is  always looking straight at me. (A mystery!)

So now you have the story of me, who came from very scruffy beginnings, and who by being rescueed and adopted has become the "cat of the castle", so to say. I consider that I rule, but fairly. Mary is very obliging, and although I feel I now have about 75% control of the household, I still have work to do. I do know, however, never to bite Mary's toes when she is under the bed covers, even though I want to. This, she says would be grounds for eviction.  I don't think she means it, but I will try not to chance finding out, curious as I am......(??)

I am thankful and proud of my success story. You could be part of one too - you and the right cat or kitten. There are so many waiting for a place in your home and heart.  It could be a great match!