It has been a little over 6 months since Buttermilk and Paradise have come into my life. When I first laid eyes on Buttermilk, I had a feeling she was a cat who simply needed a quiet place in which to call home. She was very shy from the start. I put her in a quiet place in which to de-stress. I would sit quietly with her for at least 20 minutes a day for the first few weeks. There was quite a bit of hissing, no meowing, and she spent the majority of the time hiding. With every week that went by, she came out of her shell more and more. She transformed into a very vocal, loving family member. Unless I wake her up from a nap, she’s always waiting by the front door for me to get home, and is always either on the bed or next to the bed when I wake up. She is a spoiled rotten queen with squeaky meows and strong opinions. Her long hair is absolutely gorgeous, and she gets compliments from a lot of people.
Around the time I got Buttermilk, I also got another cat named Marshmallow. Unfortunately, that fostering didn’t work out because Marshmallow, to me, is a shelter cat for life. As much as I love black cats and we wanted to see Marshmallow go to a great home after 4 years in the shelter, I could tell that my home was not Marshmallow’s home. As a result, that little monster returned to the shelter where she happily resides. I wasn’t willing to give up though because I knew Buttermilk needed a friend, and I knew just the cat that had caught my eye.... Paradise.
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