As you may know, we recently adopted a shelter cat, Dali, and I promised folks an update on how she’s adjusting. I have to say it’s not been dull.
Dali has some unique traits about her. For one, when the shelter shaved her to determine if she was spayed, the hair never grew back so she has this vast expanse of pink skin across her tummy. And down the insides of both legs, because she is meticulously grooming these areas, which is why the hair didn’t grow back. The vet and I agree that this over-zealous grooming might cease once she’s less stressed. Also, I’m adding some Bach’ s Rescue Remedy (thanks for the tip, Michelle!) to her water. Time will tell if any of this works.
She has a fondness for all things plastic and baggy so I’ve had to de-plastic the house. If not she’ll spend endless time lick-lick-licking the plastic which has the ability to drive me batty. Fortunately she doesn’t seem inclined to eat the bag, which is an entirely worse situation.
The vet also believes that Dali is older than the 6-1/2 years the shelter believed, though the paperwork broke down the age to months and days, which is kind of interesting. She might be closer to 9 0r 10, but that doesn’t matter to us. Other than that, she’s a healthy little thing so now all we have to do is keep her that way.
Being a skittish kitty, it took Dali a long time to venture out of the kitchen/den area and explore. When she did find my office, it was in quiet little forays, followed by frantic dashes back to her “safe spot” if I so much as creaked my office chair. Then she discovered the shredding box I keep for my writing efforts. This box fascinated her and no matter how many times she checked it out, she kept coming back to it. And staring into like it held the wonders of the universe. Finally she freaked me out so I put another box on top of it and she’s forgotten about The Most Beautiful Thing in the world, for the moment that is. Thank goodness.
Finally today I coaxed her up on my mound of “I shall file these someday” papers on my desk and she deigned to settle there for a time. But not too long. Usually she’s asleep on the couch or the den’s floor or in the big west window in my office, playing solar collector. Or chasing a cat toy around the floor. We’ve learned she’s not hot on being brushed and attempts to move her to wet food have been an #epicfail.
Such is life with a cat. She and the spouse have bonded (yes!), she’s pleasant company, not much weirder than we are (providing I keep the shredding box covered) and not destructive. All in all, that’s the best you can hope for.