Down to Earth
Last summer, when Suzanne Bell of Manhattan decided to add a cat to her furry brood, she never anticipated she would bond with a goofy feline with a fancy name. After a few weeks—and a name change!—cat and family became thick as thieves. Below is Suzanne's story in her own words.
We went to the ASPCA in August of this year, looking for a companion for my four-year-old cat, Gage. The number of cats we saw was a little overwhelming, but there was one cat who really made an impact on me. His name was Prada, but that name didn't seem to suit this goofy, black furball.
Getting him home was traumatic for him and us. Needless to say, he didn't like public transportation. He seemed to relax as soon as he got home, but the next few weeks were trying. I had never adopted an adult cat before, and I was wondering if I might not be capable of bonding to a cat who was already set in his ways.
Then it happened. One weekend, when my boyfriend was out of town, it was just me and the boys. As I sat watching TV, he crawled up into my lap, something he'd never done before. He did some head butts and rubbed his face against mine. I realized we had finally reached a turning point, and that we were going to be OK.
Now he has bonded well to Gage and both of his humans. He sleeps on the bed now, and has a habit of getting right up in my face, sniffing my eyeballs, and then nibbling on my eyelashes. He loves feet and does his best to roll over any pair that's within his reach.
As I said before, Prada seemed too pricey a name for this cat. He looks like a praying mantis—so his name is BUG. And he is my cat.
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