For whatever reason, pretty boy Coco was being picked on by
the rest of the cats which was surprising given they all came from the same
household. Coco was quickly moved into
the Hill House in the hopes of giving him a fresh start minus his daily browbeating
from the Val Jones crowd. His pen in Hill
House was open when we were first introduced, but he was very shy and made his
reservations about me quite clear.
Ann describes him as a really sweet cat and even a “head-butter”
but at the moment, he would not allow me within 10 feet of him. Ann assured me that in time I would certainly
win him over, he was too social to let fear get in the way for long.
I arrived at the sanctuary the following week and headed straight
for Coco determined to get better acquainted. I was met with terrified eyes
that seemed to say “oh no, not you again?” Ann encouraged me to try my luck
with some treats and sure enough coco overcame his fear for the sake of his stomach
and tentatively took the treats from my fingers. Eventually, the treats were gone and soon I
was able to lay my hand on coco without him running away. Slowly but surely, he
started to melt under my finger tips and a personal triumph was mine, I had
made a new friend.
Photo by Ann
Photo by Ann
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