SHE LOOKS JUST LIKE MY MOMS PET CAT “AUTUMN” THAT SHE HAD IN THE 90S!!!
…I miss that cat. She was abused at some point before my mom found her on the side of the road. She was scared of everyone and everything. But once she trusted you, she was the sweetest sweetheart to ever sweetheart!
You either never saw her, because she was shivering in fear under a bed, or she was lovingly curled in your lap. There was no inbetween.
You couldn’t even pet her any way you wanted. It was slow pets. No sudden movements. No rough pets.
If you sneezed, or even scratched yourself in a way that spooked her, she’d dart out like a bat out hell, hide under a couch, or in a cabnet, and 5 minutes later she came back with a look on her face like “I’m sorry I ran. Can I come back into your lap?”
And you’d assure her it was ok, and she would very slowly, very carefully make her way into the chair, and then slowly cufl into a ball so the petting can commence.
Oddly enough, she never minded belly touches. As long as it was slow just like head pets, or back pets.
She was a BIG FAT CAT. But then you pick her up, and realize that yes, she has some belly, but even still 70% of her size was that color fur…but like 12 pounds of fur. I’m exaggerating a little bit, but not by much.
I miss Autumn so so much. So much personality in that cat.
SHE LOOKS JUST LIKE MY MOMS PET CAT “AUTUMN” THAT SHE HAD IN THE 90S!!!
…I miss that cat. She was abused at some point before my mom found her on the side of the road. She was scared of everyone and everything. But once she trusted you, she was the sweetest sweetheart to ever sweetheart!
You either never saw her, because she was shivering in fear under a bed, or she was lovingly curled in your lap. There was no inbetween.
You couldn’t even pet her any way you wanted. It was slow pets. No sudden movements. No rough pets.
If you sneezed, or even scratched yourself in a way that spooked her, she’d dart out like a bat out hell, hide under a couch, or in a cabnet, and 5 minutes later she came back with a look on her face like “I’m sorry I ran. Can I come back into your lap?”
And you’d assure her it was ok, and she would very slowly, very carefully make her way into the chair, and then slowly cufl into a ball so the petting can commence.
Oddly enough, she never minded belly touches. As long as it was slow just like head pets, or back pets.
She was a BIG FAT CAT. But then you pick her up, and realize that yes, she has some belly, but even still 70% of her size was that color fur…but like 12 pounds of fur. I’m exaggerating a little bit, but not by much.
I miss Autumn so so much. So much personality in that cat.