A New Love Helps the Healing

It is now day three with the new kitty. I was met with another surprise and coincidence when I picked her up: she's deaf. As my other blog will tell my readers I am hard of hearing myself. Mike and I are feeling that this is all more than a coincidence. With our knowledge of hearing loss (he's hearing) we are able to adapt to her needs almost seamlessly. And in the time that she's been home her neurotic state has almost vanished. I realize now that she circles to make sure no one is sneaking up her. She looks behind her while eating to protect her food. She meows and trills constantly because she likes the feeling. She's unsteady on her feet because her ears don't give her balance.

When we first got her home she paced the house for a good 12 hours before finally settling in and sleeping. Now she follows us around and has cried when she couldn't find us. It was fun to come home and not have to worry about my feisty stray running out, since she didn't even know I was home. I found her sleeping upstairs, perched high on the arm of our love seat.

She feels meant to be and my heart is smitten. I am worried though, she's younger than we thought. She's only 7-11 months, so she has a higher chance of getting FIP. But she's already been though so much: she had a life threatening illness in her uterus and ovaries that was found during her spay surgery. If she wasn't caught and spayed she would have died. She's strong and has already overcome so much. I just have to be hopeful that her immune system is strong and won't mutate into FIP.