My babies were small when we went to a foster home to live. I was frightened to see our fosterer pick up and pet my babies but it seemed that the babies enjoyed human hands on them.

Before long my beautiful babies were eating out of dishes and lapping milk out of a saucer but I was still afraid to come out from under the bed in our room. Eventually, my babies were adopted and I was allowed to go anywhere in my foster home that I wanted. I felt safest under a large couch and stayed under it all day and only crept out at night to eat and drink. By then there were more foster kittens in the house. They found me under the couch, visited me, and called me "Mumma"

I decided to came out from under the couch during the day but ran back when my fosterer saw me. But, little by little I stayed out and joined the other two adult cats in the house. It seemed to me that the other cats actually LIKED having our fosterer's hands petting them but I still wasn't sure I wanted to go that route. Then one day I said, "What the heck, how awful can it feel?" and let my fosterer touch me....it wasn't bad! Well, now my fosterer pets me alot, but what I like the best is when she combs me. It feels so good that I close my eyes and dream. Last night when I opened my eyes I found that my fosterer had slipped me up onto her lap. Can you imagine a former outdoor girl like me being on a LAP? Of course, I jumped down to the floor...but it wasn't bad!

SPECIAL NEED: Mumma needs a forever home with folks who will understand that she doesn't care to be picked up or held. She may even conquer that fright with your patience and care. Please giver this beautifully-marked girl a chance!