Rory's story begins before I lost Wilson. Boyfriend's mom is a cat lady and feeds a dozen or so feral cats at her house in the city. Back in May we noticed a young and very pregnant tabby start hanging around. Any then one day, she wasn't pregnant anymore, uh-oh!
|Mama cat resentful but settled now that she has her babies back (there are 4 although you can only see 3)|
So. I asked around and my boss at the hospital said she would take mama-cat and her kittens (until we trapped them we didn't know how many there were) for barn cats at her place in the country. When they were 6 days old boyfriend and I trapped mama-cat, gathered up her 4 little fuzz balls and loaded them into the back of my car. This was the day Wilson went missing, but I didn't know that yet.
As soon as we knew Wilson was missing I knew I wanted to get one of those babies. I waited 5 long weeks, visiting a few times to play with the kittens, until they were 6 weeks old. Rory is the prettiest of the litter hands down, but I was a little worried about her being timid and skiddish.
Well, I needn't have worried! Even since she got settled in she has been the queen of the household.
She is definitely a mama's girls; she's a people cat. She hates to be left alone and will meow pitifully if we close her in a room. She sleeps under the covers on the bed at night and she thinks I hung the moon.
It's good medicine for me when I'm missing my Wilson.
Yesterday Rory turned 10 weeks old. We are in the midst of potty training ;) If it works I'll be sure to let you know!
PS- Mama-cat and Rory's 3 siblings are doing great. They have gone from "barn cats" to inside/outside garage cats with a cat door and everything. The kittens don't know the meaning of hunger and mama-cat is warming up to people. She thinks the whole food and shelter thing is pretty swell.