Interesting.....Kydie and CHloe could be twins. Her mama was feral and had four kittens in our crawl space. She is the only one left. She hides from everyone who comes over, also. She spent her first 6 years being an outside cat (well, the garage) because our German Shephard would have killed her given the chance. After he was gone, inside she came.
I think she loves every day of her life, too. She watches the sun come up in one window, watches it go down in another (if she’s not outside). I think she “chose” me, because I spend the most time at home. I’m the constant. lol, I can even whistle for her and she’ll come to me (well, if she feels like it).
She has such a great life. Two acres to roam around, protection at night, lots of critters to hunt. I think sometimes she’ll live forever, even though I know she can’t. I will be a mess when it’s her time. No matter what’s going on in life, what goes wrong....she is always there giving love, being cute.
24 years is a long time to love one pet....not something you get over easily.
Wow, coincidence. My Kydie always came running at my whistle too. She would hide from strangers but always came out when they were gone acting like she owned the place (because she did).
We always thought she was a meow-less cat, because she never made a peep for about the first 12 yrs or so, then one day she just started singing like a bird with a real cat-vocabulary, and really loud. She used to ball me out and give me a good lecture if she didn’t like the kind of cat food I gave her. She had me so trained that I sometimes had to go to several different stores until I found the right flavor or cat food brand she wanted or else I was gonna really get it. I’m absolutely convinced she actually knew a lot of the words I spoke and knew exactly what I was saying and talking about. She was incredibly smart for a cat.
I know I will never get another cat because I didn’t really want to be owned by this one in the first place but that’s exactly what happened. And to think for almost 25 years.
I’ll never forget Kydie and even though I’m a fairly rugged sort, this kitty won my heart and will always hold a big place there. I hope if I ever really get to heaven that I will have my little owner there waiting for me in the window.