Welcome to PIF Tails Virtual Cat CommunityOk, so I am not the perfect cat. I might be too big, or too small, too vocal, or too quiet. I may also have some medical issues, and no history to explain them. I may have been exposed to parasites: worms, fleas, ticks, or ear mites. I may have some kind of intestinal upsets that causes me to not have perfect stools every time.
I have a little baggage. I may not be able to walk right into your home perfectly well adjusted. I may take issue if there is another cat, dog or child, no matter what age or sex and may show my fear in a variety of ways.
I may not love everyone immediately and I may not do exactly what you want in the beginning. I may get confused about the litter box, and might even make a mistake, no matter what litter you use, where the pan is, or how often you clean it.
I may have some idiosyncrasies. I may nip, swat, hiss, put my ears back, hide, cower or tremble. I may look at you with fear and distrust. It might take several months, or even a year before I can begin to trust again. I am one of society's throwaways.
If not, maybe you should look elsewhere. If you can not understand why I am not perfect, please do not ask to take me home, because I have already been rejected far too many times and would rather stay at the shelter than be given one more reason to mistrust people.
A group that has been dumped in the shelters, booted out of doors, kicked, hit, beaten, yelled at, shot, cursed, thrown from moving cars, left to fend on our own. A group of cats that has learned that humans are NOT kind and society is NOT fair and life is NOT comfortable. A group of cats that did not have good prenatal care, that did not know where our next meal was coming from. We have lived outside through hot and cold and dug through garbage to find enough to eat.
We are cats that have been flea bitten and worm ridden. We are the cats who have been hit by cars and left for dead. Who have swallowed stones and ribbons and had nothing but intestinal upsets, who have loose stools or who have stools so hard they can barely pass. We have been told we were too loud or too messy, or we did not match the furniture. We have been chased by dogs, had our tails pulled by kids and been bullied by other cats. Some of us have never known a litter box, let alone a clean one.
We have watched our loving family drive off one day without a backward glance after 15 years. In our senior years we have been replaced with a new puppy. We look at you with big round eyes full of fear and terror, and occasionally hatred, and yes, deep down, with a little hope.