Let me tell you a story about a scared little cat. In January last year, himself and I decided to adopt another cat. Our first cat had passed away a year before and we thought it would be a good idea to get some company for our cat Pearl. Well when I say "we" it was himself's idea and I wasn't going to argue as I'd broached the subject before with not a favourable response. So having checked out the local rescue centre Ash Animal Rescue's website (they do a great job rescuing and homing animals). We spotted a couple of kittens which we thought would be lovely to give a home too. A cute little grey tabby and an even cuter ginger tabby. After contacting Helena we discovered that the grey tabby had found a new home but the ginger was still available. I decided to visit Ash and look at the many cats and kittens they had before making a decision. Well I did look but I kept coming back to the ginger kitten. She was so frightened looking but when I took her out of her cage and held her she put her head on my arm and purred so hard her whole body shook. I really believe that in these cases animals choose you not the other way around and I took that to mean she had picked me to take her home. So take her home I did but first stop, the vet to give her a good once over.
When I took her home, we introduced her slowly to her surroundings and to her new big sister Pearl. Well for the first day or so all she did was hide. As you can see she was the skinniest, sorriest looking creature and absolutely terrified. The poor thing had had a tough start to life. She and a litter mate had been found on the side of the road when she was about 5 weeks old, half starved after their mother had been killed.
Pearl was a bit put out about having to share her home with this newcomer but within a few days they were best of friends.
So a year on, Jasmine has settled in very nicely and has grown into a chubbier little cat who loves nothing better but to chase her toy mouse around the house and lie in front of the fire or curl up in her basket.
So what has to do with her getting brave? Well both our cats are outdoor/indoor cats. They get outdoor privileges once they're neutered. While Pearl happily goes out and hops up onto the wall and has a bit of a wander, Jasmine was never that brave. She'd happily stay in the back garden but never ventured onto the wall. Until this week.
First she braved jumping onto the compost bin and sitting there along side Pearl. Then onto the wall. Then eventually having a look around the top of the neighbours shed.....
and a wander down along the wall. She looks very brave running down the wall in these photos but those first few steps were a bit shake-y looking. There would be a step, a bit of a looking around, another step until finally she felt brave enough to run down along.
Once she popped down from the wall, there was a celebratory roll around with Pearl.
So my scaredy cat like the cowardly lion from The Wizard of Oz has found her courage.