My Fuzzy Child

I work in a school. Our last day of students being in school in 2020 was Friday, March 13th. So many changes were coming.

In June of 2020 our old kitty, Scooter girl, passed away. This wrecked me. She was such a snuggly and cuddly cat. She did not go painlessly, and I blame the veterinarian for that. She could have passed painlessly with us there. But that didn’t happen. It still makes me cry.

In early July 2020 I went to the shelter. I missed Scooter still, and was grieving, but I had room in my heart for another fuzzy friend. There were many kittens. There was an adorable Torttie that hid, hissed, and growled. Okay, not the kitten for me. There were 2-3 kittens that came up to me and loved me, but they were already adopted. The only other kitten that came up to me was an all black baby girl with orange eyes. She was so cute and she wove around my ankles as she purred. She chose me. I adopted her.

Sitting on her scratching post watching TV.

I thought that with her orange eyes and black fur, she reminded me of Halloween, my favorite holiday. So, she needed a Halloween name! I named her Winifred, my favorite witch from the movie Hocus Pocus. Winnie, for short, is just as spicy! Haha

A few weeks after her adoption I was diagnosed autistic. This was a lot to go through emotionally, and I’m sure my emotions leeched out and made my kitten extra spicy. I was feeling spicy myself. For a bit over a year we had to train Winnie that she had to be more gentle when she played, not to run up and attack us, and so forth. It was very hard. She attacked my mom too, but me the most and with the most anger.

With time she has calmed down a lot. We can read each other’s moods better, I can read her signals much better. I still get slashed if I’m not watching carefully or my reflexes aren’t fast enough. But that’s on me, not her.

She is my life saver. She doesn’t run away when I’m gone for a few days on holiday. She checks my packages (she gets so excited by bags and boxes hehe) and once I relax, she jumps up in my lap purring and knitting/makes biscuits. She curls up or stretches out and sleeps. She’s very happy. I love her to the moon and back. I don’t know what I’d do without her.

One response to “My Fuzzy Child”

  1. Awww such a cutie! 😸 I hope your bond will get even better as you grow older together. My dog always chose me but we got even closer when we grew older… 😊 I’m guessing that my divorce had quite an impact and now it’s just her and me. And I feel we both got stronger together.
    So I hope you and Winnie will grow even more together as well. 😊

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