Artemis
 
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December 11, 2002 Slowly, she began to lose some of her fear. She would let me pick her up and put her on the couch, and she'd stay for a while. Sometimes when I'd stand up, she'd just run into the bedroom instead of diving underneath the bed. And little by little, she began to show up in my lap and let me pet her. She has a rattling purr, and I began to hear it more and more. Now she likes to curl up in my lap at night. She is loving, playful, and often forgets that her tail is attached to her butt. She often plays with Max, and if you are interested in a matched set, they really do go well together. She is still a little spooky, but she isn't afraid of my cats, who tend to ignore her. But she will climb into my lap when Maggot is already there, and just kind of use her as a cusion. It's very cute. She tested negative for feline leukemia and feline aids, her ears have been treated for mites, and she has been wormed. If you would like to come by and meet her, please email me at lynxfeather@yahoo.com to arrange a time. Artemis is still very shy with strangers, and she is slow to trust. It may take more than one meeting for her to become comfortable. She is a very dear cat, and she trusts me as much as she trusts anyone. Because of that, if you take my girl into your home, I must ask that you keep in touch with me so I know that she's ok. |
10.18.2002 - a rescue story
One unremarkable Wednesday night, the Village Witches were
in the parking lot, celebrating the capture of Lyl's cat
Killer, who decided that it was a good night for chase the
black cat through the parking lot at night. In the midst
of our celebration, came a cry... from a tiny white cat with
a bushy black tail. She is obviously terrified half out of
her mind, and we have never seen her before. We stalked her
through the parking lot for the half-hour 4-witch tag-team
rescue the baby cat in distress event.
I finally managed to grab her by the hindquarters and haul her out. She then became a blur of teeth and claws, so Harley grabbed a random piece of her and we began the 2-woman tandem sprint across the parking lot event. [This is more excitement than we usually see in months.]
She was filthy -- the way only snowy-white cats can get filthy. She reeked of motor oil. And she lay quietly in my arms... and then she started to purr. I took her into the bathroom to give her a bath, and discovered that she was so terrified that I could not put her down. So I took a shower with her cradled in my arm. :) After, I settled on the couch with her in a towel under a blanket. Eventually, I put her underneath my t-shirt and heaped a blanket on my chest.
I wanted to give her a name full of light, because she is so afraid, and because she came after Shadow.
snowy sleepy cat
cradled safely in my arms
thank you, mother bast
