This little kitten had a rocky start. Hubby plucked her from certain death about 15 feet from a busy intersection.
After that and a visit to the vet, she was pretty much cowering in abject terror of all two-leggeds.
But we were patient (playing helped a TON) and persistent and, slowly but surely, we’re making amazing progress.
We conquered food and water by the second day, the litter box was a little slower, but we have that down now too. Cuddles (times 100) came today – she’s decided the two-leggeds in her family aren’t so bad after all.
All we have left now is introducing her to her four-legged brother and sister, who thus far are showing NO desire to get to know Cleo… uh-uh, nope, not at all.
Oh, and a correction – yesterday, I said her name was Chloe – was a brain malfunction. She is Cleo (short for Cleopatra) on account of her beautiful coal-rimmed eyes.