AND POOF ! SHE WAS A CAT !

And it came.....to pass. This scripture from the Bible describes my "Annie" saga perfectly.  For six full months she was an adorable cute, bouncy, playful photo op that bloodied my fingers and arms in daylight and my toes and thighs as I slept in the night.It's in the 100's in my part of the world in the summer so we sleep on top on the covers.

My first plan to tame her was to get her spayed. And I did. Just as soon as she turned four months old.  I had to drive 30 miles away to a world famous cat sanctuary Cathouse on the Kings to get it done for $15, but it was worth it.  Within ten days of her being spayed I began to notice that she was sleeping more deeply. I could move around the house and she wouldn't awaken.  Next, a week had gone by when it suddenly dawned on me, "I've not been bitten in a week!"  

Then, I took her to Rusty's groomer to have her nails trimmed.  I did this myself when she first arrived, but now she deftly slithers from my grasp.  I couldn't fathom how she'd sit still for someone else, but by gosh she did!  Alisha trimmed her nails in less than a minute as Annie curled in a ball against her tummy and chest. I was stunned! Now, since the shop is just a few blocks away, I trim her nails every four weeks.  There should be laws against people like me who forget to do things the easy way :p

But the pièce de résistance was the evening she came up to me on my armchair where I was relaxing and wedged herself between its arm and me and went to sleep like she owned the place. AND SHE WENT TO SLEEP. Did you get that????  That was the very first time she slept by me, touching me. Waaaayyy cool.  Now it's a regular thing. She will jump up to my lap, circle me a few times, and eventually plop herself down somewhere and be cozy.

I thought the day would never come.