Last week when I showed the photo of the cat at the
window some of you Gentle Readers inquired as to the ownership of said cat. She is our cat and her name is Millie.
It is very hard to get a nice photo of her. She is terrified of everything. Except rodents. Most days we find a lovely decapitated rodent outside our front door. Millie is that giving.
A neighbour brought her to us several years ago. He saw a car dump her off at the building site he was working on. He brought her home but their cat wouldn't tolerate the poor little kitten in his house. Knowing
we I was a soft touch for little four legged creatures, he asked if we would take her in. It was late fall and
we I couldn't say no.
Daughter #2 named her Millie.
I fear for her baby's name. She was the most loving, cuddly little creature you could ever imagine. Then, Millie got fixed. Spayed if you will. Overnight, that poor cat's personality changed and not for the better. Terrified of everything, Millie pretty much kept to herself.
Over the last year we lost our two other cats. Millie is like a new creature. Much calmer and she even purrs now. She tries to get the dogs to play with her. Outside she is possessed. Climbs trees with wild abandon, chases the dogs, jumps over them, etc. They keep their distance!
I'm sure there's a lesson here for all of us, I just haven't figured out what it is yet. Don't get fixed? No way.