Dave and I went for a walk down to the lake the other day. As we were walking back, this little kitten came barreling out of the brush, meowing and trying to simultaneously rub against our legs and not get too close.
She was starved for affection. She wanted desperately to come closer, and just as desperately she feared us and what we might do. She arched and rolled on the ground, crying and reaching out to us, but not allowing us to come closer, and both inching closer and farther away herself. If we just stood still, offering a hand...
She went through several names in the first few days, but then I took her to the vet, and the vet wanted to know, "who is this?" (really, vet people? it's a cat, not a baby), so I gave them her current name: Mindy.
I got Mindy spayed.
Y'all. Spaying an adorable kitty is a Traumatic Event.
She was so loopy, unstable, and irrational that night, I had to confine her to the mudroom. To keep her from climbing, jumping, and falling off of stuff. And?
Look at these eyes. She looks high, doesn't she?
She absolutely melts my heart.
So this is Mindy. I think she'll be with us awhile :)