The first cat who was officially mine, gifted to me on my 21st birthday by my sister, was also gray and white. Honey was the runt of the litter (maybe a bit brain damaged?) and also standoffish. If I moved a muscle on the rare occasions she curled up on my lap, boom! Gone. She was with me through college graduation, speech/lang internshi…
The first cat who was officially mine, gifted to me on my 21st birthday by my sister, was also gray and white. Honey was the runt of the litter (maybe a bit brain damaged?) and also standoffish. If I moved a muscle on the rare occasions she curled up on my lap, boom! Gone. She was with me through college graduation, speech/lang internship, first job, marriage, moving several times and the birth of my twins. She was 18 when she died and always acted more like the feral cats you describe. I still think of her fondly despite her “weirdness”, or maybe because of it.
The first cat who was officially mine, gifted to me on my 21st birthday by my sister, was also gray and white. Honey was the runt of the litter (maybe a bit brain damaged?) and also standoffish. If I moved a muscle on the rare occasions she curled up on my lap, boom! Gone. She was with me through college graduation, speech/lang internship, first job, marriage, moving several times and the birth of my twins. She was 18 when she died and always acted more like the feral cats you describe. I still think of her fondly despite her “weirdness”, or maybe because of it.
Thanks for letting me bring her memory closer.