I don’t know what traumatic thing had happened to Prissy before she came to live with us, but my husband and I are sure something must have. She was only ten weeks old when we volunteered to foster her and the other remaining sibling along with the two kittens we were planning on adopting. The other kittens would scamper around the house, chasing each other and jumping on us. But Prissy … well Prissy just sat stiff and scared, always a safe distance away from us. After a few weeks, something traumatic really did happen to Prissy at our house. While she and Milo were chasing each other, she got spooked by a wire fence that had been placed next to the outer door to keep them safe until they learned the area. She then ran into the litter box room and wildly tore down a loosely constructed wall (which we did not realize was ‘loosely’ constructed until she tore it down). That did it for Prissy. Within minutes she had jumped on top of the Coke machine and would not come down the whole night. I worried whether she would eat, come down to use the litter box or ever be normal again.
The next day was not much better; in fact, it may have been a little worse. She had moved completely away from the others and spent her time on top of one of the two litter boxes in the litter box room. Poor Milo felt so badly that he sat on top of the second litter box, being such a supporting (and I believe worried) sibling. Prissy did eventually get off the litter box that evening, but several months went by and she still would swat at us if we tried to rub or even get near her. Despite, and partially because of these actions, we decided to adopt Prissy and the other female kitten, Misty, in addition to the two we had already adopted. We had somehow developed an affection for Prissy. She was a beautiful kitten, and we felt that if another family adopted her, they might assume that she was a sweet kitten. If she were to lash out at someone, it might be to her detriment. So we were determined to love that kitten and treat her well even if she never reciprocated our affection as the other kittens were doing. We were determined to do the best for that kitten and take care of her just as we did for the others no matter how she reacted to us. Months passed. Then at about seven months of age, Prissy made a dramatic transformation that we still cannot believe. She started slowly, moving closer to us, then eventually stepping onto our laps. That led to actually sitting on my husband’s lap. She learned to jump into a chair and look at us with longing eyes, with an arched back that just begged to be rubbed. Today at ten months, she is no longer timid or traumatized, Prissy never gives up on what she wants. She is the one who pulls the wooden plugs out of the furniture and hangs on to the play toys with her teeth so tightly that the other kittens hardly have a chance. Instead of looking like a scared cat, she now holds her tail up proudly and confidently. We would have cared for that cat anyway, but it sure is more pleasant that she’s decided to really be a happy part of the family!
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