Our former feral seems to be slowing down some.
Could be the super hot and muggy weather.
Could be her age; she was a youngster in 2009 when we TNR'd her, but she's at least 13 years old now...and not all of them were good years.
Could be my tendency to worry about the cats too, which means she could be purrfectly normal!
All I know is that I love her, despite the murder mitt claw rips in the quilt...and in my clothes...and the scratches on my arms!
It's my fault that I try to hug her...after years of watching her from afar, having her close enough to gather into my arms just overrides that "Danger!" signal!
|Notice the tiny white patch on her tummy|
|Enjoy a jigsaw puzzle by clicking on the image above!|
|The curl in her tail as she is zonked out...SQUEE!!!|
But, she head bonks me, and head bonks my book or phone, and the purring!
I pat my chest when lying down as a signal, and she steps up to snuggle in.