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Copper
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Age: |
Twelve years old
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Female
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Tortoiseshell Cross
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| Home: |
Nelson County, Virginia, USA
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How could I explain how special Copper is? She is like air to me; I need her to breathe! I can trace our journey back to early adolescence, she knows me better than anyone, and our hearts are intertwined. I call to her with the knowledge that she is already coming to my voice! Copper is the essence of love and understanding. I have challenged her and she has challenged me, but together we have a beautiful bond of trust and cuddles.
The day when Copper was born is a mystery to me, as her mother Daisy was a wild cat whom I fed when I could. Eager to spy on this mysterious pregnant cat, I wandered through the forest listening for new kitten mews and cries! Daisy raised my Copper in a briar patch of twigs inside a hollow tree trunk. Raskal, my beloved cat who passed on when I turned 18, was Copper's father. He showed her to be kind to humans for they could feed and love her. Learning to be loved was a long process for my wild kitten, Copper, only wanting to be petted with one hand at a time. She only learned to come inside because I would sneak her in my bedroom window on cold nights and she learned to snuggle in for warmth. She has developed relationships with other humans, but mostly watches from afar with curiosity when strangers are near. Her favorite people are my fourteen-year-old friend Ailey, my mom, and my boyfriend, Justin. Mostly, if Copper likes you, then I like you!
As Copper grew, I saved enough money to get her spayed through a county program for feral cats. To this day, she is a charm of a companion and I am a lucky soul to have her around. I have dragged her along to live with me in several houses, which has tested her wild instincts and love of nature. She dramatically escaped the crate a few times, leaving us both in frantic fear of being separation. Only a few yards from the train tracks, she crossed the road and hid in the briars for several days, only meowing to me in response to my calls, too scared and too disoriented to come to me. We now have a home where she can explore the wild woods of Virginia and I look for her immediately every time I pull up the driveway; she is always there, or not far away. She hears me when I call, CooOOopppeeerrr. She cuddles under the covers and climbs to the top of the roof still looking to be let in a window. Copper has my heart and that's that.
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