A few days ago I was happily contacted by the fellow who rescued my cat, Honey, from life on the streets. He volunteered at the shelter where I got her back in December 2003 and followed up on her early months with me via my blog entries. It's been a long time since she's had an entry so here goes ...

Honey is doing very well.


Honey has dropped so many of her fears. Of course she began fearful of me, and everything, but those days are long past. Her only remaining ongoing fear is of thunderstorms, but she no longer salivates and cries continually or runs under the bed. Instead she comes to where I am and huddles near my feet and I pet her.

In this past year she has learned to come onto my lap for brushing. She has several cat beds including her "condo" - bed on top of a table and a secure area below it hidden by a quilt "curtain". Recently I added another bed at the elbow of my easy chair where I sit with my laptop in the evening.


She cuddles next to me on my bed at the beginning of every evening and then in the morning. If I stay up too late for her she acts like a mommy cat to try to get me to bed. After the cuddle time she goes to her condo for the rest of the night.

She loves to watch the birdies at the bird feeder and to play with toy balls across the floor. She is very loving, grateful, and happy. She has also been in good health, although she is the same plump cat she was in the shelter.

I can pick her up now which she tolerates for a little bit of time.

I received her in December 2003 and at that time the estimate was that she was about 5 years old, so that will make her about 11 years old now. She is always a joy and often restores my humanity after the daily 'wars'.