Charlie was found in an automotive warehouse as a very young cat. He was wild, he was scared, and he was not to be messed with. Some of the men in the warehouse attempted to catch him on occasion and he proved to be a hellion. One man even put on elbow length welders gloves to catch him and was hacked to pieces by Charlie’s claws. One day a woman who worked in one of the offices came by with a live trap and baited it with food for the hungry mouse killing garbage scavenging cat. Charlie was captured. Not too happily I must say. She took him home to her dog and a cat and Charlie attempted to live within a normal household. He turned out to be a very sweet, shy kitty but the woman’s other cat did not like him and tortured Charlie all day long. Charlie and the dog got along famously but the other cat was not having Charlie in his home. So the woman put up pictures of Charlie all over her work for someone to take pity on him and adopt him.
Charlie is a very beautiful cat, solid black fur, black paws and toes and black nose. My husband saw the picture at work and came home to tell me about him. He told me the cat’s story and said the woman who captured him said Charlie is still rather feral and hides from anyone other than her who comes near. I felt sorry for the poor cat and since I already had been thinking that my cat at home needed a buddy, I told my husband that we needed to adopt him.
We went over to the woman’s house and all three of us went in search of Charlie. He completely freaked out and ran all over the house. At one point he bounced off of the living room window and as I made a grab for him he bit me. He also bit my husband when he grabbed for him and Charlie ended up in the bathroom. The woman brought the live trap cage and we managed to get him into it and take him home.
Once home we needed to quarantine Charlie so he and our other cat Andy could get to know each other by sniffing under the door and other cat communication. The room we put him in did not have a cold air return cover so I stuffed a pillow into it never thinking that over the night Charlie would push the pillow aside and end up in our duct work. So there he was. After two days of him not coming out we ended up setting the live trap again and he was caught inside.
After two more days we let Charlie out into the house and our cat Andy was not happy about this newcomer. I thought he needed to play with a companion, not beat up a companion so we ended up with another cat Bob. But that is another story.
Charlie became used to us, then accepting of us then loving us. But he was not a cat to pick up or have on your lap. Over time he ventured to sit next to us and be petted and then cuddle up real close but never more than that. Both my husband and I wished he would sit in our laps but Charlie was still insecure and no matter how many pets and caresses he just wouldn’t do it. So we learned to accept this and everyone was happy.
Just the other day Charlie came over to me and cuddled up very close and tight to me as I was sitting on the couch. He became playful and rolling around on the couch to have his belly rubbed. Suddenly he came and sat in my lap! Just of a minute but I could not believe it! I was very close to tears. My cat finally had the courage and the trust in me to open himself up to this new experience. And it is wonderful to see him go from a feral, suspicious, shy cat to one who yearns for love and realizes that he can completely trust me. This was the best day ever.