TIMMY AND BAILEY ARE GOOD FRIENDS
I had hoped my three feral kitties would be trusting lap cats by now, but I realize that will probably never happen. The two girls, Annie and Gracie, still run from me sometimes. Timmy, on the other hand, greets me at the cat room door and when I present my hand to him, he sniffs, then sometimes licks it. He has, on occasion, stood still while I petted him and I am thankful for that much progress. I keep hoping his sisters are watching when that happens.
In all my years of working with cats and kittens, I've never had such tough customers as these three. Even as a young child, I was often able to tame my grandma's barn cats in a weekend. I feel as if I've lost my touch - if I ever actually had one. Annie, Gracie, and Timmy are not babies anymore. They've grown into beautiful young cats and I long to pick them up and hold them, but they won't allow that. I can't (won't) release them back into the neighborhood. I don't wish to give my cruel neighbor any perceived excuses to begin poisoning animals again. So the three siblings will stay with me. They get along very well with the other cats. It's people they're not able to trust. I've made some progress by touching Timmy and Bailey has been a bit like an ambassador for all the cats and for me. Timmy loves Bailey and follows him wherever he goes. When I pet Bailey, Timmy stays close by, watching.
I'll continue to work with all three feral kitties, as I have these past months, but I'm willing to accept them on their own terms. They simply cannot trust anyone at this point in time. Maybe they will never fully trust me, but I'm not about to give up on them.