Oh, if I must. I guess it’s my turn now. I’m Fiona.
I’m about 10 years old, give or take a few. I was dumped by my owners in a field to fend for myself, and that’s not the first time I was betrayed by those who were supposed to love me. I almost didn’t make it this time but, with PPCR’s kind help, I did. I’ve had a pretty rough life and it’s really hard for me to make any effort of any kind anymore. I was a mess and they had to shave me when I came in, there really wasn’t much else they could do.
After a few visits, a PPCR vet finally figured out that I have this weird irritable bowel thing going on. I get special food every day to help it. I really am pretty messy, and as for my litter box habits, well, I just don’t bother anymore. Maybe because no one ever seemed to care. My foster mom keeps me in a nice big cage where I have my own litter box, a soft cushy bead and a cat tree and she goes out of her way to make me feel loved. She tells me that I need to be re-trained to use the litter box and most of the time I do try to go number two in it but for number ones, I just do those wherever I want. My foster Mom has covered the floor of the cage with wee wee pads because it makes it easier to clean up. She also cleans me a lot, wiping me all down and even brushing me a bit. She holds me and loves me and sometimes, every once in a while, I actually purr for her. She cleans my eyes everyday as they get all goopy. She trims my nails every week and shaves my belly every month to help make it easier to keep me clean. Whatever, it just doesn’t matter at this point…
I just prefer to be alone and as a result, I’m not very social but if you can convince me, I will hug you and purr some. I have some very vague memories of happier times. I guess I’m just waiting for the other shoe to drop though, because so far, no one has ever stuck by me. The funny thing is I’m beginning to believe my foster Mom might really care about me and won’t to give up on me. I sometimes get this funny feeling that this time it might be different.
I’m not sure where this is all going but I know because of PPCR, and especially my foster mom, I am still here. Why? Maybe, just maybe, because they really seem to care? Hmmm. Regardless, thank you to PPCR, and my foster mom, for being there for me and not expecting more than I can do or give.
Still Trying to Believe,
Fiona The Sad Calico Persian
Fiona has had a rough life. We have to believe that she had the litter box issues because of the IBD and her owners decided to dump her in a field rather than try and help her. In this instance we have very little history on this poor girl. We can only guess and try to help her as best we can. She has grown to like attention but she does not actively seek it out. It’s almost like the poor girl has seen way to much bad in the world and has given up hope.
Whether cat or human, it seems the universal response to abandonment is one of mistrust, withdrawal, bad behavior, and depression. The thoroughly defeated cat often hunkers in the corner of a room, or under the bed, not wanting to explore its environment or interact with people. They remain vigilant, reclusive and often quiet. It’s almost like they are waiting for the next “bad” thing to happen to them.
We expect Fiona will stay with us until it is time for her to make her trip over the rainbow bridge. During that time we will shower her with love and attention and hope she knows that despite everything, there are still those who care.
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