But I guess that's not an option now. My guardian didn't want me any more and left me behind here, in this big place that smells like dogs and humans.
For the first day I fought hard. The humans were wary--they tried everything to calm me down and get food into my cage, but I spat and hissed, striking out at them in fear. I had to get out--to escape from the carrier and make my way home. My guardian was waiting for me! I would be missed!
And then I came to realize something important... I was left here on purpose. It wasn't an accident.
The rescue humans made me a comfy little kitty cave so that I could 'calm down' and adjust. I admit, I was pretty hard on them for the first few days. I was really confused and didn't know if I could trust them. After all, if my guardian would dump me here and never look back, why would complete strangers care for me?
I am trying to be agreeable and cuddly, and I have stopped snarling and striking. At times I have to remember that these humans will not hurt me... but sometimes I still react to their hands before I can stop myself. I'm working on that. They think something in my past may be the reason for my fear of hands, and they're building my trust.
I've been perfecting my 'cute and cuddly' pose--I think it's working. The humans exclaim in delight every time I do it...
Sidenote: Little do the humans know that my true name is 'Janexia, Stalker of the Red Dot', but I will allow them this liberty. They are, after all, being very kind to me.
My name is Paloma, and I am a survivor.
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