"My Diary" By Lola 4/15/09

by Mary
(North Carolina)

Hello Everyone
Welcome to my Cat Hut and I hope you will stop by often and read what is happening in my world.

Let me tell you alittle about myself.
I am 2 years old and a pretty little Grey Tabby girl.
I was born in Michigan in the winter of 2007 in a garage.
It was pretty cold there and only me and my brother and my mother survived that winter.
A lady found us in her shed, shivering and in need of shelter.
She took us to a rescue where a lady named Mary and her daughter "Robyn" took us in.

Me and my brother "Billy" was what they call FERAL KITTENS.
Humans call us that when we are alittle too fiesty and have very little trust for human interaction.
It really isnt our fault that we didnt know much about humans.
It was the conditions to which we was born into.
Our mama was a kind kitty and was adopted as soon as me and Billy was weaned.
We missed her when she left but she got a good home.
Everyone told Mary and Robyn that we would never adjust and be domestic cats. Everyone told them to re-release us and give up.
But they did not give up on us.
Oh yes, we bit them and scratched them and fought them when they tried to attend to our needs but it wasnt because they was mean to us. We just didnt know how to trust.

They took good care of us and kept us well fed and warm and gave us as much love as we would allow them to give us and I hear that I should be grateful to them because most feral kittens get put to sleep or released into the cold again because they dont adjust and learn trust.

Well, my brother Billy learned to trust alot sooner then me.
By the time he was a year old he was allowing Mary and Robyn to hold him and cuddle him but not me!
I just was determined to be reluctant and stubborn.

But I noticed that Billy and the other kittys in our home was getting alot of loving and cuddling and I became jealous.

I wanted to be held and cuddled but I just had trust issues that wasnt working themselfs out as easily as I had hoped.

A couple weeks ago I seen Mary typing at her computer and I thought to myself "Lola, you ought to go over there and hop up on that desk and let Mary rub your head".
I was scared but I decided to give it a try.

As soon as I crawled up on her desk, Mary looked at me and said "well look at you Miss Lola" and she reached out and patted me on my head.
I thought "Hummmm, this is kinda nice".
So, I stayed there and she rubbed my back and scratched me under my chin. Finally I decided I was going to try to trust her and I crawled down on her lap and laid down.

I dont know who was more shocked. Me or Mary.
But what I do know is this.
Mary took me and my brother in when we would have otherwise died.
No matter how much we bit her and Robyn and scratched and drew blood, they never gave up on us.
I realized that must be LOVE.
And Love equals TRUST.
Now I am adjusting alittle more everyday and my favorite spot at night is laying beside the keyboard when Mary is typing.
I guess Im no longer a FERAL KITTY.
I never liked that label much anyway.
I am really enjoying getting attention and trusting and loving my humans "Mary & Robyn".

So take my advice all you Feral Kittys out there!
If some nice people come and try to feed you and give you a nice home and love you then you owe it to yourself to TRY TO TRUST.
It is well worth it in the long run.
My life is good and Im happy and grateful.
I am always warm.
My tummy is always full.
And I have a nice home to live in and two human mama's who love and adore me. I am a very lucky little Tabby Girl.

Until next time

Lola