Day 2190 Trust

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Progress is slow, but it’s happening little by little. Each day and night, our sweet basement cat comes out a bit more, inching her way toward trusting us. Although still a bit skeptical, she’s brave and trying, sizing us up from a safe distance and accepting little bits of love, as long as it’s on her terms.

Last night was a breakthrough. She sat next to us, resting and just being for almost an hour. I struggled to stay still, doing my best not to frighten her as she rested with one eye open and trained on us… just in case. I have a feeling that once she jumps into Tim’s lap, she won’t want to leave. She’s clearly desperate for attention, but her fear runs deep. She’s never had a human before, so trust will take time.

We were thrilled to have her resting there in front of the fire, with us right beside her, three peas in a pod. Such simple moments, yet they bring so much joy. It’s amazing how deeply we love our little animals and how quickly they become part of our family.

I’m so thankful we found her. Otherwise, I’m not sure anyone would have rescued her from that shelter. What a sad life in a cage that would have been. She deserved a chance, a patient human, kindness, and time. With the right ingredients, she’ll come to feel the safety of her new home.

Nurturing her and saving her from certain peril has helped me through the pain of losing Peps. I don’t think I was ready for an “instant” cat, so somehow it all worked out just as it should.

Healing takes time, for all of us. And little by little, together, we’re finding our way, learning to trust and to embrace love. 

“Patience is bitter, but its fruit is sweet.” ~Jean-Jacques Rousseau