Quintessa
Lucky for me, I got to move into a foster home on June 9, and my life truly improved. To recap: I'm a 6-year-7-month-old Tortoiseshell girl. My first story is at the end. But my foster mom (FM) sent an update to the interviewer lady (IL) with good news. FM lost her beloved cat in April, and because her mother is not well, this death took a toll on her. That's where I came in. I have gained enough courage and confidence to get into bed with my FM's mother! This has provided happiness to both her mom and me! Now don't get too excited. If they try to pet me, I become a blur running to a hidey spot. As long as they keep their distance when I'm out and about, I will continue playing and maintaining my surveillance of the neighborhood out the windows. Additionally, I have developed a crush on their guinea pig, Harvey! My FM hopes that eventually I will let her pet me. She would love for me to become a lap cat who loves attention. However, she understands that given my past traumas, it's amazing that I'm feeling so much happier now. She tells me that she loves me to pieces! 8-24-26
Here is my original story that the IL wrote for me. Things are so much better now! Sometimes life just feels unfair. I was a 100% stray cat in late July 2021, brought to the HSHC with three newborn kittens. I was not a big fan of human beings, and making matters worse, my right rear leg was so severely injured that it required amputation. I was only 1.5-years old, not much more than a baby myself. Can you blame me for being depressed, fearful, and stressed? I was still nursing my kittens before I could have the surgery. I went to a foster home to take a break. My foster mom reported that I had the run of the house, had fun playing with the resident cats, and displayed perfect litterbox skills. I was very timid around her, but I did let her pet me a little. Once I returned to the HSHC, I lived in a Roaming Room to get accustomed to the routine. I was adopted in November and lived with this family for 4 and a half years. I found this home to be rather scary. I had to share one Robot litterbox with two other cats. The 2-year-old son was very loud and unpredictable, and I always got tense and ran away when he was out. I never let this family touch me. Whenever they tried to touch me, I became very stressed, my eyes widened, and I hissed. I was scared enough to swat, but I never made contact with my teeth or scratched skin with my nails. Because I am considered under-socialized, I will need extra time, patience, and a calm home to settle in. Another reason I feel sad is that my medical exam on April 19, 2026, found I have Feline Leukemia (FeLV), which makes me more likely to get sick and means I can't be with FeLV-negative cats. I will do best in an environment without young children or multiple cats, and I must live only with cats who are also FeLV-positive. A slow-and-steady approach, interactive play sessions, enrichment toys, and high-value treats will help me build my trust and confidence. Although I may not live as long as other cats, I can still share a happy life with the right person. If you are ready to give me a peaceful forever home where I can relax and be myself, I would be grateful. 5-19-26