A year ago, I found and adopted a feral kitten. Lucky Spitfire has been a happy and healthy member of my family, although she has always preferred the company of my other cats to my attention. She usually runs away from me, for fear of being picked up. She would only allow me to touch her at arms length, only for a few seconds at a time, and she would always flinch as I stroked her lovely orange and white fur.
This week something changed. She likes to join her older brother in the bathroom sink, where I will turn on the faucet to a dribble, and he licks the water in the bottom of the sink. Lucky will play with the water stream and try to drink from it without getting too wet.
I discovered purely by chance that she will now allow me to approach her and pet her when she's up at this sink. She even purrs and meows when I rub her little neck. It's the first time since I got this kitty that she allowed me to touch her like this, and I think it's simply wonderful that she's beginning to trust me.
I hope her yearly vet checkup in January doesn't destroy that trust. The last time I took her in, when she got spayed, she gave me several large gashes on the hands when I tried to pick her up.
Here's a pick of the little orange darling, cuddling with her best friend, Rocky (the grey one in back) on the living room cat tree.
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