I adopted Harry and Sally from a rescue center on Monday. They had been living at the center for 597 days! They were wild when they were found as kittens, and apparently very “street-wise” when they came to the shelter. They tell me that no one wanted them because they were older and so nervous.
They hid under the bed the entire first day and most of the second. Can you imagine being taken from your tiny cubicle — a twenty minute drive in a bouncy car, only to land in a GIANT room with all sorts of non-cat things in it?! Thankfully, the under side of the bed has a perfect access point that humans can’t get to, and it became their immediate refuge in this strange new world.
I followed the rescue folks directions and tried not to disturb the cats for the first couple of days. OK, that is such a lie. Several times I tried lying down on my stomach and peering into the darkness under the bed, (barely making out major dust balls, remnants of who-know’s-what, and two cats) and coaxed them with little treats in my outstretched paw, I mean ‘hand’. No go.
Finally, yesterday, I came into the bedroom and out of total frustration, flopped down on my bed and let out a big sigh. Haaarrry? Saaaalllllyyy? Are you there? Please come out! Well, next thing you know, Harry hopped silently up onto the bed, crawled right up on top of my chest and nudged me with his head. I nuzzled his chin, and we proceeded to have one fine love fest. Sally followed suit, and for a few moments of pure bliss, the three of us snuggled together. Just about that time, the air conditioner went on, and the sudden rattling startled my new lovers and they dove for their hiding place.
These little critters must some how, through it all, find a way to trust their new “master” and adjust to an entirely new life. In three or four days, they have gone from terrified to almost comfortable. It will take some time, but we’re getting there. And I know that is exactly what I must do. I need to continue to trust in God, knowing that He will show me the way!