You know my method. It is founded upon the observation of trifles.
(Sherlock Holmes, The Boscombe Valley Mystery)
The same is true of cats.
Muffy was a fearful little thing. Well, not so little. She weighed in a 20 lbs. But she hid from most of life. And even had nightmares. She would wake up screaming for me and had to be petted until she calmed down. We got her when she was 8 weeks old and our home life is really boring by most standards. So, I assume that something happened to her during her first 8 homeless weeks that colored her view of the world.
Lilly was 7 mos. old when she joined our family. I assume she was with a breeder who gave her to the SPCA. Why do I think that?
She’s beautiful and exotic looking.
She wasn’t spayed.
She had a heart murmur (ethically she shouldn’t be having kittens)
She wasn’t used to hands – it has taken awhile for her to get used to petting. And she’s still figuring out how to take treats from my hand.
Anyway, she’s learning. And we’re learning. She’s more comfortable with us. And we’re understanding more about this wonder of a creature the Lord gave us.
I often picture God smiling as he looks at his creatures – they’re personalities are so unique. So worth knowing.