Once feral, but I liked people...

Dis is my "warming boks" when it's cold outside I push it over by the thing that blows warm air and sit in it until my furs are nice and warm. When it gets a little warmer outside I push it a little bit away (but I still like to get a little heat). Hey, I like to be warm, what can I say. I was about 9 months old when I was captured along with my three babies by a nice lady. I had been living in an enclosed trailer behind a naybors house. I went to a nice shelter and after awhile my babies got adopted but I was still there. Mommy came to see me every day. The shelter people were calling me Shady Lady and saying things about the fact that I had two litters of babies and wasn't even a year old. They called me "loose" which I now understand is a grate insult! I was mad at them for taking my babies, I was angry that they called me names. To show my anger I became withdrawn and very shy. Mom got to know me and finally decided that I needed to come home with her where no one would call me bad names anymore. Mom sez dat I've become a real love and dat she just knew dat wif a little pashence I would be a very good poodin. I'm still a little shy around new beans, but once you've been in my howse for awhile I will come out to say "hi, here is a beyootiful gerl kitty for you to look at". Uncle Gil lived here for a couple of months so he knows dat I'm a good cat. I slept with him every night and when other people say I'm stand offish he tells them that I just don't like them, then he laffs. The trooth is, I really do like beans. I always did. I just don't want to throw myself at them and prove those shelter people right, I am not 'loose'! The piksher below is fur all yoo boy cats - it's a rare siting of my beyootiful tummy! (note the demure tail curl, loose indeed!)