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| Name: |
Scaredy
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Age: |
Twelve years old
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| Gender: |
Male
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Kind: |
Moggie
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| Home: |
Milton Keynes, UK
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This
is Scaredy, and he really is our Scaredy Cat. I first met Scaredy in the
Winter of 2008. I would see him sitting outside our house scrounging for food
as I have several other cats who sometimes want their food outside. As soon
as I'd open the door he would run and hide, only running over to the dish
after I'd closed the door.
He was obviously hungry, eating a few dishes at a time, always running to
hide in between courses. After a few weeks he began to loiter even after
eating and I started sitting on our front door step to try and coax him over
for a stroke but he wasn't having any of that! Eventually he nudged my hand
and lifted onto his back legs for a little stroke but was still very nervous.
I would sit with him while he ate even though it was snowing outside, but he
wouldn't come in and always running out of reach if I moved too quickly.
After a while I sat in the hall and he'd eat in the open doorway but always
poised to run off at any noise.
After a few weeks I managed to close the door and he would sit in the warmth.
If I stood he would run straight to the door in a panic to get out. A few
months later and he then decided he was home and settled in, finding cosy
places to sleep and even sitting on my lap.
One day I took him to the vet's to remove a difficult tick. He was scanned
for a microchip and to my surprise the scanner beeped and his previous
owner's details came up. I contacted him and he told us that he'd lived about
half a mile from our house, but then had moved in 2002 taking Scaredy (or
Sith as he was originally called) to a new home about five miles away.
Scaredy was nervous even then and had managed to push through a locked
catflap after a couple of days, never to be seen again until now. He had made
his way back to his old house and had been living alone on the streets for six years!
His original owner now had two very young children and whilst he was happy to
take him back, the household was not the place for a cat as nervous as
Scaredy. So wonderfully I agreed to adopt him and let him carry on living
with me, not as a lodger but as part of the family.
He is now twelve years old and follows me about all the time. He makes little
chirrup noises to me which I like to think are his way of saying he likes
living here. I'm so pleased that I decided on a cold winter's day to feed the
scrawny dirty black and white cat sitting on our driveway. He's become such a
lovely part of the family and after living on the streets he deserves (and
gets) all the food, pampering and strokes a cat can tolerate.
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