Good morning human underlings,
It is I, Tabby – first of her name, the queen of Jane’s Place, slayer of mouse toys. You may have never met me, or maybe you are one of the select members of my very elite inner circle. Either way, you know my name – but maybe not my story.
I was once a little kitten not too long ago (I still get carded at the catnip store 😉) and I had been living at a humane society. I got adopted by a family who already had a lot of other pets and I was miserable. A queen shouldn’t have to share her throne with ANYONE – let alone cats who terrified me. I spent most of my years there hiding in the highest tower (aka a dresser) to try to escape those beasts. When it became clear that this was not my forever home, I came to the sanctuary all the way back in July 2014.
I had learned that the best defense was a strong offense. I had built up my “tough gal” behaviors in order to protect myself and keep myself safe. It took me a while to realize I could let my guard down. It took a lot of patience from the staff and volunteers to give me the space I needed to adjust to my new life. I appreciate it so very much. My anxiety is something I will always carry with me, but I learned a lot better “coping skills” throughout my years here at the sanctuary.
There were a few times where I lashed out when scared – I know I’m a bit more sensitive than most cats. But you guys were always so kind and understanding with me – and most of the time, I’m a perfectly behaved little lady. There’s never been a lap I didn’t love to hog, and I was very skilled at giving headbutts. But because of my past behavior, it was really difficult to find someone who could understand my unique needs and situation. Would I ever find a forever home who could give my the space, time, patience, and love that I deserved? Year after year went by and I saw my fellow cats get adopted. It seemed like I was always destined to get left behind…
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…until now.
