Living-room was once Boiler-room cat. Judith found here living in the boiler room and brought here in to live with the rest of the menagerie of cats. She came into the house probably 10 years ago.
It's been a while and I don't recall exactly when she arrived, partly because she took up residence under the LazyBoy recliner by what was (or should have been) the front door. She came out to eat and use the litter box - but otherwise she stayed hidden from sight and the other cats under that big ugly chair. For seven long years!
Then something changed, I don't know exactly when, but she began venturing out. I think it was after Judith died and I'd rearranged the furniture in the living room. If I sat on the couch she'd come out and sit in my lap. Gradually she ventured out further and further from the ugly chair that had been her home for so long.
She began exploring, first annexing the spare room, eventually coming to eat with the rest of the cat family in the kitchen. As she got braver and more comfortable around the house she become more vocal, demanding noisily to be fed.
She'd been undernourished all her life she she was always under-weight. We took her to the vet in January as she seemed to be getting even thinner. She was diagnosed with renal failure but lived a happy and energetic life almost until the end. She declined very quickly, from running into the kitchen at meal times to being unable to stand and a matter of days. I was proud and happy for her that for the last few years of her life she found the courage to venture out from under the ugly chair to leave a normal cat's life. Way to go Living-room!
Then something changed, I don't know exactly when, but she began venturing out. I think it was after Judith died and I'd rearranged the furniture in the living room. If I sat on the couch she'd come out and sit in my lap. Gradually she ventured out further and further from the ugly chair that had been her home for so long.
She began exploring, first annexing the spare room, eventually coming to eat with the rest of the cat family in the kitchen. As she got braver and more comfortable around the house she become more vocal, demanding noisily to be fed.
She'd been undernourished all her life she she was always under-weight. We took her to the vet in January as she seemed to be getting even thinner. She was diagnosed with renal failure but lived a happy and energetic life almost until the end. She declined very quickly, from running into the kitchen at meal times to being unable to stand and a matter of days. I was proud and happy for her that for the last few years of her life she found the courage to venture out from under the ugly chair to leave a normal cat's life. Way to go Living-room!
