I know 'zactly
how you feel.
I called up my friend to go to the pool with me last night. My husband is working late-shift and I can't swim well, so I always like to have a buddy with me. Anyway, when we got back she came in for a few minutes and started petting a cat and asked: "Is this a new one? I've never seen this one before?" I turned around and...
She was petting PRETTY
Pretty is a former feral. The MOST feral
, feral I've ever tamed. It took me 4yrs to bring her from completely feral to trusting housecat. Heck, it took me 14mo from time of TNR until I could just lightly *touch* her fur as she was eating a plate of canned food! In the last 6mo my husband has been working with her, trying to get her comfortable around him...and it is working, though he cannot pick her up w/out her struggling to get down, yet
. She *loves* to parade back/forth in front of him so he can pet and massage her. ALL the cats love "daddy-fingers" because they are big and blunt, not poke-y like my thin and long-fingernailed fingers. I'm good for scratchings and scrubbles, Daddy is good for finger-massages. And bowls of milk. Pretty is getting a fat-belly because of him.
Anyhow, Pat came right in and started petting Pretty, and my jaw almost DROPPED to the floor, I was so surprised that Pretty let her walk right up to her and pet her with no problems. Major breakthrough. Major! So, yeah...I completely understand when you face that moment of knowing you succeeded
in changing a cat's life.