Hazel is shy. We have friends who have never met her. She avoids visitors unless they interfere with her feeding times. Even then she waits patiently to be fed in my bedroom.
She was a planned adoption. When taken out of the carrier for a “meet and greet,” she was terrified. (Of me! What cat in their right mind would be terrified of me? I am their lottery ticket!)
She was homely. About six months old, with muted grey-tan tabby coloring, her head was too small for her body and her ears were out of proportion. It happens. Growth spurts and all of that.
How could I not take her home? No one was going to adopt a homely cat cowering in a carrier.
We never regretted it. She’s a great cat. No midnight rhapsodies. Not a picky eater. Just a nice peaceful cat that gets along with other cats.
Some interesting notes about Hazel:
She spent the first week under a bed. She only came out to eat and pee (yes, poop too) as long as I wasn’t there.
Our cat Mollie became her bestie. Mollie gave her baths and showed her the ropes. Eventually she came out of the room.
She fell out of a second story window into a lilac bush when she was two. She was dazed but unhurt. She came inside and went right back up to sit at the same window. We called her Hazel Wallenda for a long time.
She sings in the shower. (Must have learned that from me!) She hops in the shower stall; yodels for a minute or two; and jumps out.
When Morgan was adopted, she ate everything in sight, becoming huge. Then came the diet. We relocated free-standing food from the floor to the top of a dresser so she couldn’t reach it. She receives two meals a day and slowly lost considerable (for a cat) weight.
She takes terrible pictures. Her eyes reflect flash light making her look spooky. All that weight loss left her with floppy fur. In pictures she still looks “robust” although she is normal weight now.
Her dream: Control of the keys to the food cabinet!