Posted over 4 months ago | Updated over 3 weeks ago
It's the morning, and I hear my foster parents wake up. I climb out of a cat basket I've adopted as my own and stretch. Right leg stretch, left leg stretch! I shake my head, my big kitten ears flopping about. I might be a bigger kitty when I grow up because my ears are so big and my tail is so long! (I’m still a kitten; I was born at the end of May.) I kitten-jog to see my humans and get ready for breakfast.
I jump over to the water fountain in this bedroom, and I just can't figure out if I'm supposed to drink from it or play with it. The water comes out of a spout like a slow flow from a faucet. I sneeze when I put my nose into it, so I decide it's fun to put my paw in and see how it stops the flow. Once I'm done playing, I go to the edge of the fountain and get a few sips. I think to myself, I definitely like the waterfall style fountain that's available to me downstairs more.
My parents are ready to give me my breakfast, and I give them a few small meows to express my excitement. Mom has a squeeze treat in her hand as she calls my name, "Belle." I happily oblige and follow her, and am rewarded with this treat and a bowl of fresh kitty food. I must have had an experience with loud noises that scared me as a few-week-old baby kitten, because I'm still a little skittish around loud noises or hands coming at my face. But as soon as I get this treat and get some pets, I warm right up! I'm purring as I am petted; this feels good.
My food is delicious, but playtime seems way more fun than eating. One of my foster parents is nearby, keeping an eye on me and encouraging me to keep eating, but I think these toy balls and pipe cleaners are more exciting than food. I recently discovered my humans gave me small stuffed animals to play with. There are these ones that sit up on a perch, and I like to take them to the ground where they're easier to play with. However, I find they keep getting picked up off the floor and placed back up onto the dresser. The stuffed animals already on the ground smell of catnip, and boy, do I love to kick them and carry them around! They might be my size, but I can move them about if it pleases me. However, that Beanie Baby on the perch is a much more exciting challenge than the stuffed toys on the ground. Up I go, and I grab it by its ear and take it to the floor with me. I leave it on the floor and go find a kicker toy. I love them so much that I took one and hid it, and my foster parents still can't find it. But I know where it is... it's mine!
Now my belly is full, I go and see if any of my foster siblings want to hang out. My favorite is the 8-year-old "panther" named Henry. He's usually already curled up in his kitty bed, and he loves it when I come to join him because he starts washing my head. I love this, and I'm purring so loudly! If Henry isn't available, I head over and see if the cat perch in the window next to the bird feeder is available. In the afternoon, the sunshine is abundant, and it feels so good. My foster mom is nearby, and she comes to give me a hug. Being held is weird, and I'm not too sure I'm going to like it, but she pets me and gives me kisses, and I relax and purr. Okay, I guess humans aren't so bad. I’m a very sweet girl that wants to be around you, I just need little reminders that I’m safe.
Still, a quiet and patient home where I can keep building trust at my own pace is where I want to be. I've made a lot of progress in three months and I am enjoying life outside of under-the-bed. There are so many toys to play with and so many hugs and pets to get, and those feel nice. If you're patient with me, I'll be your loyal sidekick.
Belle has tested negative for FIV and Feline Leukemia . She is spayed, microchipped and current on her vaccinations.
Visit www.pawsforlifenc.org to submit your application to adopt.
Please note: We do not adopt unaltered kittens to homes beyond a 45-minute drive of our veterinarians.
It's the morning, and I hear my foster parents wake up. I climb out of a cat basket I've adopted as my own and stretch. Right leg stretch, left leg stretch! I shake my head, my big kitten ears flopping about. I might be a bigger kitty when I grow up because my ears are so big and my tail is so long! (I’m still a kitten; I was born at the end of May.) I kitten-jog to see my humans and get ready for breakfast.
I jump over to the water fountain in this bedroom, and I just can't figure out if I'm supposed to drink from it or play with it. The water comes out of a spout like a slow flow from a faucet. I sneeze when I put my nose into it, so I decide it's fun to put my paw in and see how it stops the flow. Once I'm done playing, I go to the edge of the fountain and get a few sips. I think to myself, I definitely like the waterfall style fountain that's available to me downstairs more.
My parents are ready to give me my breakfast, and I give them a few small meows to express my excitement. Mom has a squeeze treat in her hand as she calls my name, "Belle." I happily oblige and follow her, and am rewarded with this treat and a bowl of fresh kitty food. I must have had an experience with loud noises that scared me as a few-week-old baby kitten, because I'm still a little skittish around loud noises or hands coming at my face. But as soon as I get this treat and get some pets, I warm right up! I'm purring as I am petted; this feels good.
My food is delicious, but playtime seems way more fun than eating. One of my foster parents is nearby, keeping an eye on me and encouraging me to keep eating, but I think these toy balls and pipe cleaners are more exciting than food. I recently discovered my humans gave me small stuffed animals to play with. There are these ones that sit up on a perch, and I like to take them to the ground where they're easier to play with. However, I find they keep getting picked up off the floor and placed back up onto the dresser. The stuffed animals already on the ground smell of catnip, and boy, do I love to kick them and carry them around! They might be my size, but I can move them about if it pleases me. However, that Beanie Baby on the perch is a much more exciting challenge than the stuffed toys on the ground. Up I go, and I grab it by its ear and take it to the floor with me. I leave it on the floor and go find a kicker toy. I love them so much that I took one and hid it, and my foster parents still can't find it. But I know where it is... it's mine!
Now my belly is full, I go and see if any of my foster siblings want to hang out. My favorite is the 8-year-old "panther" named Henry. He's usually already curled up in his kitty bed, and he loves it when I come to join him because he starts washing my head. I love this, and I'm purring so loudly! If Henry isn't available, I head over and see if the cat perch in the window next to the bird feeder is available. In the afternoon, the sunshine is abundant, and it feels so good. My foster mom is nearby, and she comes to give me a hug. Being held is weird, and I'm not too sure I'm going to like it, but she pets me and gives me kisses, and I relax and purr. Okay, I guess humans aren't so bad. I’m a very sweet girl that wants to be around you, I just need little reminders that I’m safe.
Still, a quiet and patient home where I can keep building trust at my own pace is where I want to be. I've made a lot of progress in three months and I am enjoying life outside of under-the-bed. There are so many toys to play with and so many hugs and pets to get, and those feel nice. If you're patient with me, I'll be your loyal sidekick.
Belle has tested negative for FIV and Feline Leukemia . She is spayed, microchipped and current on her vaccinations.
Visit www.pawsforlifenc.org to submit your application to adopt.
Please note: We do not adopt unaltered kittens to homes beyond a 45-minute drive of our veterinarians.
