"I was afraid to talk when I came to live with you, Lynn. It wasn't
until we started playing chase the ball and frog-ona-stick did I
realize this was home furever home."
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When Precious came home from the orphanage she never made
a sound. No wailing, no meowing, no caterwauling.
She was silent throughout multiple vet visits to clear up
her dirty ears and her cloudy eye. She never tried to claw or
bite or speak.
We all got used to each other fairly quickly. And once
Precious found she had toys (who wants them now!) and
tents to play hide-n-seek, she seemed to be getting along
just fine.
Except she was silent.
It was probably a year or more, until I finally
realized, if I put my ear on her chest, I could hear purring
going on in there. I was so pleased and surprised!
She had plenty of voice when she had to have
her first annual check-up. But otherwise, nothing.
But now, at 5:15 AM she greets me with loud demanding
meows (if she's awake) to get the lead out and feed her.
And when she uses the litter box, sometimes she sings
so I don't forget to clean up immediately.
"Don't fur-git to tell how much I purr. I always
go all out with the purrs during the morning belly rub,
the 5 PM hair brushing and before I fall fast
asleep on Lynn's legs at 5:30 PM."
I am grateful she sounds like a cat, not silent like a mime.
Precious celebrated her 12th Gotcha Day on January 8.
Thank you for stopping by for a visit and a comment.
It is much appreciated.
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12 comments:
I am glad you found your voice, Precious. Belated happy 12th Gotcha Day!
Ah! Bless!x A very 'Happy Burfday' on the
8th Precious...
And a lovely little story of you growing up...! :).
You and Mum, have certainly hit it off, from the
word..GO..!
And you like your belly rubbed, now, not many
pussy~cats like that..l used to have a pussy~cat
live near, if you went anywhere near his tummy,
he'd tear yer hand off....Bless!x
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Precious, it just took you awhile to realize you have to speak up around humans, they're not great at reading kitty body language signals. 😁
Belated happy Gotcha Day! 😻💖
I'm glad you found your voice, Precious, and the confidence to use it.
We've always found that our animals become more vocal with age, especially the cats, to the extent that they're almost using human language by the time they're quite grown up.
That's such a happy sound for Lynn to hear and I'm so glad you are happy being safe in your home sweet Precious!
oh precious, we are gladz dat yoo izza so happy!!!
PRECIOUS...happy 8th gotcha day...which is also Elvis Presley's bday so I must say you are a hunkahunk of lovely gray lady furs.
You 100% grew into your melodious voice. What a fun story and quite endearing. Bless your itty bitty kitty heart you found your home. And like most cats you speak when there is a complaint.... and purr your happiness.
Lynn lovely story and post
Hugs Cecilia
Happy Gotcha Day. We're glad you feel safe now.
precious..tell lynn ta chex her emailz fora JL card and eye am buzzed happee ewe finded yur voize sew ewe can cuzz out vizshuz squirrel ore bass terd chckn and turkkeeez.. happee gotcha day two ewe N heerz two a yeer a head filled with fizh and healtheez 💙💚😺🐟🐟😺‼️
Happy Gotchaversary, Precious!
How special. What a lucky, lucky girl indeed dear Precious - the day you came home to live with Lynn. You surely landed on your feet - all four of them!
Little One did not make a peep either, even though he had been living wild at the farm for awhile, not a peep. He now purrs lots, like you Precious but his cry is only a very tiny one, that the Mr cannot hear because he is deaf!!
The loudest Madam in the house (no its not me!!) is Pippi. She crys at every single thing, even getting a bowl of food put in front of her - very vocal is our Madam Pip.
Wishing you both a good weekend, there are weeds in the garden calling to me but I am trying to ignore them & go to the sewing room instead!! x0x
ps ... happy Gotcha anniversary - hope you get a special treat to celebrate 💗
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