This is a picture of Pretty Kitty, who goes by either "PK" or "Meow Say Tounge". I found her outside the McDonald's in Glasgow as a kitten, begging food and acting in every other way as a wild cat. Thin and frightened - and beautiful - about sums her up that day.
I captured her in a box and took her home, and then spent about two months feeding and talking to her in a PVC cage for pregnant cats (mine are spayed, however sometimes I find them pregnant). After two months, she became willing to let me touch her. Sometimes.
The next stage was to let her loose in my home office. I put a cat box in, put down food and water, and let her loose. This is a somewhat crowded environment, with lots of places to hide. There's an easy chair in the office, and eventually, she began to sit on it, even when I was in the office.
By about the six month mark, she would let me pet her.
It's been about a year and half now, and as I type this at my desk in my home office, PK is curled up in the crook of my left arm. She's asleep, and happy. I have never seen a more personally-dedicated cat in my life, and I am head over heels attached to her as well. She has the run of the main portion of the house and is perfectly behaved.
Each morning, she is sitting on the back of an easy chair in the living room when I emerge from the bedroom - she cries once to make sure I see her (as if I don't know she'll be there) and then waits to be carried away. A nice life, and a huge contrast to what she would have faced had I not collected her.
The other cat is Trouble. She came up to the door of my martial arts school
and yowled to be let in during a break in an aerobics class. I opened the
door, & she tore across the floor to my office, where she spent the class
curled up on a desk. I took her home. Of course.
She's now considerably larger and heavier than PK, something there was
absolutely no hint of when she first showed up - she was tiny, from which
I now deduce (duh!) that she was very young when she found me.
And, as you can see, PK & Trouble were fast friends from the start. Trouble
is a little older here than when she first arrived - maybe a month or two, and
growing like the proverbial weed.
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