It’s Reba day! Remember Reba is our once feral cat that I’ve written about HERE! (The Husband named her Reba after the old TV show…she’s a survivor!) A quick recap…
God has used Reba over and over again to teach me things. Check out older Reba Stories here! It’s been a year this November since we found Reba in the top of a tree in our back yard, chased there by a big dog. She wouldn’t let us near her. We left our garage door cracked all winter last year and to this day we don’t park in there! We started feeding her and when the weather turned warm The Husband sat with Reba every afternoon when he got home from work. It took him 3 months but finally she let him pet her.
One day she disappeared and came back with 2 tiny black kittens in tow. We kept the little family in the garage until the kittens were weaned and then trapped poor Reba in a pet carrier and took her to be “fixed”. That story was powerful in my life, I wrote about it here.
We had to keep Reba inside the garage for 2 weeks after her surgery and here is the first place she went when I opened the door and let her out…the gutter.
We fixed up a room in the basement for her…she wasn’t sure about it…
We put in a cat door but she won’t go in and out if the door is closed…soooo, we have it taped open. She has eventually learned to like her room…but one morning this is what I found when I came downstairs…
The Husband had let Reba in the house. The upstairs house, the place where people live! This once feral cat that wouldn’t let a person anywhere near her was in The Husband’s lap!
They played and she seemed to like the couch!
She comes up here a lot these days. We have to lock the pups up in the bedroom. They don’t know what to do with a cat except scream bloody murder. You should hear them Peeps it sounds like there are 75 dogs in the midst of a conniption fit! But still Reba comes to the door and Meeeeows loudly. Turns out she loves the actual house.
Please look at her relaxing…claws still out. Sometimes I look all cut up after she’s through “making biscuts” on me.
She plays with the pups toys when she comes up…
And walks around on the coffee table and changes the channel with the remote. I took this in the Summer…notice she still had her collar, shortly after, she managed to get rid of the collar!
Look how far she’s come Peeps…this is last Sunday morning. She was reading the paper with me!
Reba isn’t a feral cat anymore. Where once she wouldn’t come near us, now all she wants is in the house and in our laps! I feel really bad since The Husband has asthma and the pups have to be locked away when she’s inside. Still we let her up almost every day. I adore this cat. She has my heart forever.