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Idgie
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Twelve years old
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Female
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Maine Coon mix
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Ontario, Canada
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Found in late November under a dumpster, half frozen and far too young to be away from her mother, but with no mother or siblings in sight. I reluctantly agreed to take her in for one night and take her to the vet the following morning.... twelve years later, she's my girl and you couldn't pry us apart with a crowbar. Despite the rough start in life she has grown into a big, beautiful house lion and while she may be a feral, she has the best manners of any cat I've ever known and is a sweet, easy companion. Her favorite things are dried fish, sleeping, being sung to, and dried fish.
I first agreed to take her in because she needed some medical care and I could afford to provide that, while the people who had found her couldn't (they had numerous other rescues, lovely family just honestly didn't have the resources for another critter in need). Idgie was still very wild and very frightened of humans - or anything that moved for that matter. After her first night with me and first trip to the vet, I agreed to keep her until her medical needs were taken care of and a suitable home could be found. A few weeks later, she was still hiding under my bed when I was home. I could tell she was coming out while I was at work, because toys I had bought for her were moved around, food left in a dish was gone, and the litter box was used. So I let her be, one thing I knew about cats was you don't force the issue with them.
I talked and sang to her a lot, but didn't look under the bed or even approach it except at my bedtime. One day, I came home from work with a rare migraine, a bad one, and I stretched out on the bed on my stomach, barely able to breathe though the agony I was experiencing. Then I felt a felt a tiny weight on the small of my back. This tiny weight started inching up my back toward my head. I was immobilized with pain, unable to respond, and terrified that she was going to make it worse. She didn't - she made it better. To this day I am completely mystified that she somehow knew exactly what to do. She settled at the top of my spine, and pushed her little face into my neck right where it meets the back of my head. Then she started purring. The warmth, the weight, the vibration of the purr - the migraine quickly dimmed to something much more bearable, and I fell asleep. Woke up hours later, she hadn't moved and was still purring. When I stirred, she jumped off and disappeared back under the bed. I went and got some dried fish, slid the bowl under the bed, and sat there singing to her for a while. Later that night, she came out from under the bed, strolled casually into the living room, and started playing with some toys. We've been inseparable ever since!
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