She wasn't very well socialized and spent most of her first night hiding behind the dryer shivering. :-( We got her into the second bedroom and she spent a lot of time under the bed. She'd come out, but wouldn't let us get too close to her.
We couldn't agree on what to name her - I liked "Ripley", the DH wanted "Psycho". We decided to pull a name out of a hat and got as far as writing the names on slips of paper one night before we had to leave for somewhere. When we got home, she was chewing on one of the pieces of paper, and we decided she'd chosen her name. Ripley it was (thank goodness!).
She slowly settled in, watching the wild life:
|"I can see them, why can't I grab them?!"|
|Coffee table -> entertainment center -> air conditioner|
|"Looking good, Mama!"|
|Don't you just want to rub that tummy?|
As the years passed, I got divorced, changed jobs and moved a couple of times. Relationships came and went. We lost Lucky along the way, and added new furry family members. But through it all, Ripley was there. She mellowed a lot as she got older. Back in they day, I had friends who would cat sit for me and never see her. If you tried to pick up her up, you'd lose skin. In the last few years, though, she became a regular lap kitty and would actually come and greet visitors, instead of hiding under the bed.
|Not completely antisocial|
She was pretty happy, still eating, drinking, snuggling with me at night, etc. until a couple of days ago. I took her to the vet yesterday and we were finally able to see the tumor, blocking her bladder. We could have done things to give her a little more time, but it wouldn't have been quality time, so I decided it was time to let her go. It was so hard, but I think it was the right thing to do for her. I miss her already. I hope she and Lucky are playing with catnip mice and napping together again somewhere.
|This is the picture on the vet's calendar for March....|