For new followers or those of you that haven't seen my earlier posts, you can find Figgy's adoption post here and her one month update here. A few of my friends often ask me questions about what having a rescue cat means I hope Figgy's updates are helpful in that regard. If not, you can't say no to cat photos!
We have now had Figgy for nearly eleven months. I think she has gone through the biggest change in her behaviour in the last few months. She is no longer scared of anything except the vacuum cleaner (she has recently become accustomed to the hair dryer) and has become a very confident little cat. She presumes that anybody who walks into my house is there to see her, and dives on them for a cuddle as soon as they sit down. I'm debating buying a warning sign to put on my door for people who don't like cats, because she really doesn't give you a choice!
She still thinks that she is a dog. She sits down on command for treats, runs to the door when she hears someone walking up the path, sleeps in a dog bed and loves water. We buy her these chewy cat sticks to eat as a treat and she always running around with them in her mouth. Whenever it rains she heads straight for her cat flap and out into the garden and sits in the rain until we notice and fetch her back inside. I'm a little sad that it hasn't snowed so far this year because I would love to see her reaction. Strangely, whenever she goes to the cattery she seems to learn something new about being a cat. The first time she went she came back knowing how to groom which she wasn't doing previously. The second time she discovered that curling up in a ball instead of sprawling across the floor (which she still prefers) is actually quite comfortable.
Some of you may remember that in my last post I mentioned that she had been abused in her last home. She has scars under her chin and a bit of a flat foot according to the vet, and we presume that this is from being kicked. I hope that karma doesn't waste time in biting the people who hurt her. It makes seeing her happy and confident all the more wonderful.
Figgy has access to the garden through her cat flap, but she doesn't seem overly fond of the outside which I think implies that she used to be a house cat. She likes our little garden and loves birds. She never goes after them, she just sits on the patio next to them meowing at them. It's really odd. We actually have birds coming into our garden all the time now. Thomasina was a hunter and they knew to avoid our garden, but now we have Figgy they seem to know that it is safe. Her particular favourite is a big pigeon who visits every morning. A few months ago he was in the garden next door and she got stuck in the fence trying to get over to see him.
|See what I mean? This was her third attempt at getting over and her third time getting stuck.|
The only part of Figgy's behaviour that needs work is her excitement in the morning. I can't quite describe the scale of it. She is very noisy. She likes the whole house to be up. Once this happens, she goes back to bed. It's constant meowing, and it drives me a bit mad when I'm up for university at six in the morning and trying to stop her from waking up my sister. She usually calms down when my sister gets up. It's odd, because Fi doesn't feed her or play with her, but Figgy is obsessed and follows her absolutely everywhere. She's her favourite! A few weeks ago she was so excited to see Fi that she fell off my bed.
She's a very playful little cat. She loves toys and her favourite is a little red ball. She has some really weird quirks, such as eating paper (she was genuinely trying to eat my dissertation yesterday). She is a wonderful little cat, even if she is a little noisy!
This post ended up a lot longer than I was planning! Let me know if you like these updates and I'll continue to post them.