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| Name: |
Micia
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Age: |
Nine years old
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| Gender: |
Female
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Kind: |
Cat
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| Home: |
Oslo, Norway
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I
had two cats who died with only months between them. I thought I couldn't
take that pain again - so I decided never to bring another cat into my home.
But half a year later, five years ago, I found myself at "Dyrebeskyttelsens
kattehus" - the Norwegian Animal Rescue Organization's cat home, looking at
cats.
Micia lived on top of the fireplace, she had clear distance from the other
cats. She did not trust humans, and I had to promise a home without kids to
be allowed to adopt her. It was not love at first sight, but she looked
healthy and after two years at the center after two years on the street, she
clearly needed a home. To get her into a cage was a project that I had to
leave to the people working at the center, after some hours they called me
and at last I could fetch her and bring her home with me.
The first weeks I wondered what I had let myself into - I did not see the
cat. She hid and only came forward to eat and use the cat box during the
night. But slowly, slowly she gained confidence and after a year she decided
it was safe to lay in the lap. After two years she was let out for the first
time, and she truly loves to be around the house, and fending of the other
cats in the neighborhood.
Today she is an extremely one person cat, trusting me fully - except when I
try lifting or holding her. But when the door bell sounds, she disappears in
a blink to who knows where. Luckily I have made contact with a vet who use
one day every week to visit patients who can't come to the clinic, so she
gets her annual shot. She spends a lot of time outside in good weather, but
she doesn't like the snow and sleeps away the long Norwegian winter on a
sheepskin in the sofa.
Micia is special to me because I have been there as a participant in her
development from a nervous wreck to a loving companion who waits for me when
I return from work. She is special to me because she is there to put me to
bed every night, purring and cuddling and doing her best to make me relax.
She is special to me because she tells me to come out and have a look, when
she has taken a mouse. She is special to me because I learned to love her and
appreciate her presence tremendously.
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