Beatrice

One day, we take an impulsive decision that will impact our daily lives. I had seen this little quadruped creature that was identical to my recently deceased Chinook, but in a female version.

Beatrice, who was nearly a year old, had been living in a foster home for over eight months. She wasn't helping her quest for finding a forever family, as she feared humans and other cats.

Around twenty families had come to see her, but none had been willing to commit to giving her what she deserved - a home filled with love.

I went to meet her and she allowed me to touch her. Her ears made it clear that she wasn't comfortable, but she seemed to enjoy.

The lady from the foster home told me: "You're the first one who can pet her!"

I decided to adopt this little one! I did not expected it will take that long for getting to know each other.

For nearly a year, she would hiss at me and wouldn't let me come near her; at best, I

would say she was a testing my limits. She'd knock cushions off the couch, pillows in the bedroom; one day, she wanted to play the game Clue with me... there was a teddy bear with its face down on the floor... She watched me, and I laughed and said, "Easy, it's Beatrice who killed Mr. Bear in the kitchen with her teeth!"

Despite my patience and good care, she remained fearful and wouldn't let me approach her. I threatened to exchange her for Grisou, supposedly affectionate six months kitten, looking for a forever family! She seemed to say, "Stop talking nonsense, I know you won't do it!"

Beatrice needed time to feel secure enough to come out of her shell. Somewhere along the line, we've all experienced unpleasant, sometimes traumatic situations that have made us wary. We'll need an adaptation period to open up and eventually spread our wings. One thing is certain: great love will come out towards those who take the time to tame the other