In October of 2006, I decided that after 26 years of not having a cat of my own, enough was enough. he had a cat already, named Oreo, but she hated my guts and was not sociable at all....and, she wasn't 'mine'. We talked about getting a kitten. He said that he had always wanted a small female calico cat. I didn't particularly care what the cat looked like, but I wanted to have a kitten. So I went around looking for kittens to adopt, and I came upon a small country veterinarian where two employees at newborn kittens ready to give away. They offered to bring pictures in the next day, so I came in to look at them.
Apparently, however, at the same hour that I came in looking for a kitten, someone brought in a kitten who was found in the middle of the road. The lady almost ran over her, but stopped in time, picked her up, and brought her to this vet.
So on November 10, when I came to look at these pictures, they offered me this lost little calico kitten who was about 8 weeks old whom they named Penelope. When they took her out of the cage, her tiny arms were stretched out and her toes and claws were splayed, she was so nervous and scared. They handed her to me, and we looked at each other...and I didn't know what came over me. (Much later, I realized that we were instantly bonding).
All the way home, she just sat there in the passenger seat on my coat and stared at me with these huge, innocent, questioning eyes, like she was asking, "Who are you, and where are we going?"
So I stopped at a pet store and bought her her own litter box and a couple of bowls and a little cushiony bed for her to sleep in...then I brought her home, set her down on the bed in our bedroom, and looked her square in the eyes and said, "Now this is your home."
Five minutes later, her little tail went up in the air - - - - and it hasn't come down since.
After a few days, we decided on a name for her: Shyla September Sprinkles (Shyla, because she was a bit shy, and because she 'looked' the name; September, her daddy named her because we believe she was born in that September; Sprinkles, because of her tortoise-ish coloring in some areas).
She's the apple of her daddy's eye - he went totally ga-ga over her. This poor frightened little waif was the cat of his dreams. He whispered to her, "That's the mommys. I the daddys." She has an amazing personality, she's so playful and friendly. In the morning, she would come and wake us up with kisses, and at night she would give us both lovins' before she went to sleep. From the very first night, she insisted on sleeping in bed with us though I tried to encourage her not to because I didn't want to accidentally kick her in my sleep or worse, roll over on her. I would put her in her own little bed, and she would immediately struggle her way up the side of the bed to come sleep with us. Sometimes, she would sleep between us with her head on the pillows like a little child.
I couldn't have this, so I brought her favorite blanket and put it at the foot of the bed. I trained her to sleep there. It's her "zug-zug" blanket. Every night since then, we go through this routine. She'll come up and "make biscuits" with her claws while nursing off of a small piece of the blanket and purring at the same time, sometimes staring at me. Then she walks up my body and sits down on my chest and purrs and purrs while I pet her. Then she goes and gets some crunchies in the corner of the bedroom. Then she comes up and zug-zugs again. Then she gives me mommylove again. Then she zug-zugs again. Then she washes herself and goes to sleep on her blanket at our feet.
She's been doing this now for well over a year and shows no signs of stopping. Some say she'll "grow out of it", but it doesn't bother me; and besides, I don't think I could live without our little routine.
She obeys commands (when she feels like it) and she answers questions with a "brrrRRRR!" She "trills" sort of when she talks. I've never heard a cat talk the way she does, and it's so cute to hear. She responds to gentle training (I trained her to use her litter box only as opposed to using Oreo's by putting her in the litter box every ten minutes or so, and after she went potty, and I praised her every time she went in, and I haven't seen her use Oreo's litter box in 9 months now).
When she was a bit younger, she would hang upside down and swing like a monkey from the cat furniture. She would climb the Christmas tree and just sit there and go for a ride (our tree turns on a pedestal). She became my "study buddy"- I would be working on research papers or studying, and she would want to sit with me, so I put a blanket in my top inbasket, and thereafter when I'm at my desk, she comes up, walks all over my keyboard, then goes sleepies in her designated in-basket.
The one really REALLY amazing thing about her is how she looks you in the eye when you talk to her. To most animals, eye contact is a 'challenge'. Even Dr. Jamison was amazed at how she looks everyone in the eye that talks to her, and how she would turn and crane her head to watch me as I walked around the exam room table. Everyone thought I trained her to do that, but she did that on the way home.
I don't ever want another cat. She's the cat of a lifetime. She hasn't really grown to a 'full size cat', we think she was stunted a little bit, maybe from being the runt of the litter or not being able to nurse off her mother when she needed to. But that's what Don wants...she's EXACTLY what he always wanted. She prefers lots of water and crunchy food over wet food. Even when she was diagnosed with a heart murmur, she was the picture of health and vitality. She is SO SMART it's hard to describe some of the things that she does. God bless her, she's the most wonderful creature I've ever known. We were blessed when she came in to our lives.