I have quite the story about one of my cats, his name is Tribble. He is a gorgeous cat, black and white and extremely fluffy. One day everyone on my street started to notice this cat. He would enter their houses, eat their cats food then leave for the next house. He was incredibly skinny, fleas jumping around and who knew what else. One day he entered my house. Instantly my dad and I said we were going to rescue him.
It took us a year. It became clear that he was an abused cat - he would run away the second anyone went up to him, if you moved your hand up too fast he would run as if he was about to be slapped. He was so skinny and so run down it was tragic to look at him. It took a year of me and my dad slowly going into the room while he was there and sitting with him. After a year he eventually trusted us enough to follow us into the living room and I got him to jump up onto the sofa next to me. He sat with his eyes wide open and staring around at everything, incredibly weary. Eventually he went to sleep. That was the start of when he became our cat.
He is now a very healthy, loving cat who adores cuddles and loves attention all day every day. I moved out a year ago to move in with my boyfriend, and I haven't seen Tribble in three months. But he always sat in my room at night and would have attention from me for hours until I went to sleep. I miss that cat, I miss all my animals and I can't wait for the day I get to see them all again. I find it hard to leave each time I visit! We still don't really know his age, the vets guessed around 8. But he seems a lot younger.
He has also adopted our newest kitten Smudge as his own. We were very worried at first that Tribble and our other older cat, Stretchy would pick on her. But they both adore her and now you can't really find Tribble without finding Smudge too. It's so lovely to watch them cuddle up and to watch Tribble licking her and treating her like his own daughter.
