Sometimes with the shier kitties, it can take a few tries to find a name that sticks.
For example, this cute mackerel tabby was given a name when she was trapped as a feral kitten, but with no love of humans as a youngster and no medical problems that would put her in a cage where she and med staff would be obliged to get to know one another, that name didn't get used enough to feel like it really belonged to her. When I met her in the summer of 2010, she still vastly preferred staring at us from a height to having any form of contact, so nobody had gotten close enough to her (literally or figuratively) to bestow a new name. I tried calling her "
Saba" in after her mackerel markings, but that one didn't seem to stick either.
Recently, staff noticed the shy girl had been losing weight and they put her under observation. A sign was put up on the cage door: Claire. Leslie texted me to let me know she'd named a cat after me.
I'd practically given up on making proper friends with this kitty, since she never got past looking at me with resignation and faint horror anytime I tried to pet her. I wonder if Leslie's giving me a hint to try again... Perhaps sharing a name will encourage a bond. If not, there's always tuna.
As for the name, let's hope that three times is the charm.
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She's is actually a very nice cat ( in the cage, no promise on what she's like on the outside
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She is for sure - even outside the cage, she's never hissed or tried to claw me. I just wish I could communicate to her that she doesn't need to be so afraid.
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