Awwwww. That too is sweet.

Cleo has just started sitting on the couchm and for the first time last
night didn't jump off when I sat on it too. :o))

Helen M

It's funny how we look for what we'd ordinarily call "bad" behavior with
our rescues.  If one of the other cats wakes me at 3 am for pettins, I
give pettins, but I'm grouchy and let the cat know it.  With Calvin, I'm
so thrilled that he trusts me enough to wake me up.

With Merlin, it was climbing on furniture, playing with kitty toys, and
recently, stealing people food.  He's finally comfortable enough to know
that we expect him to go after our plates.

Pam S. still doing a happy dance

I guess I'm one of the lucky ones.  I consider Persia a "rescue" since she
was apparently abandoned - front declawed and spayed but left out in the
cold (below freezing).  I did try to find her owners.  But it only took a
couple of days for her to get over the initial "Do I live here now?" fear.
And in fact, she climbed up on the bed with me the first night I brought her
in.  She was purring loudly, rather distressedly, like maybe I'd say she was
doing something wrong.  I'd never had a cat before so it didn't occur to me
she was doing anything wrong :)  My little dog Sampson (RB) always slept
with me so I considered it a compliment she got right up on the bed with me.
When I woke up, I looked around and thought, do I really have a cat in the
house?  I couldn't see her - because she was on the pillow above my head!

Didn't take her long to claim the place, even though I was looking for her
family.  Called all the area vets and shelters and put up posters with her
picture.  She, of course, had other ideas.  It only took 3 days (yes, I'm
stupid) before I realized she was here to stay.  Only took her 5 days to
discover she could open the pantry door where the kitty food was and select
a can of Fancy Feast for me.  She can't eat that any more, but she loves her
prescription gooshy food (she only gets it on Saturdays).

Jill