Sophie
Sophie was a shelter cat. When we decided to get a cat, after so many years without, of course we wanted a kitten. But no one knew of anyone with kittens, so my next, instant choice, was The Little Guild of St. Francis. I hadadopted from them once before, many years back.
So daughter and I went out and kitty-browsed. There were four that we both fell for immediately, and we finally narrowed the choice, very reluctantly, down to one. A gray DSH the shelter had named Nittany. We picked her up the next day (a 24-hour mandatory waiting period) and re-named her Sophie.
Her first few hours in her new home were spent trying to find all the hiding places. Her favorite was under my bed, followed by my daughter's closet. We finally coaxed her out with a bowl of food, but let her hide as soon as she had eaten. A couple of hours after that, she felt comfortable enough to climb halfway down the stairs, and we got this picture.
By bedtime she'd decided my husband was The One, and she spent the night on top of his legs. She was comfortable enough to start prowling in plain sight.
Later that same day, after we all got home from school and work, we couldn't find her. We searched for over an hour, checking under every bed, even though we'd closed off the bedrooms, in every closet, every cabinet. We began to get really concerned. We figured, somehow, someway, magically, she'd managed to find a hole in the wall and get outside. We hadn't collared her yet, and the kids began to panic.
Finally, my husband found her.
I had several boxes of books stacked one on top on the other in my office/library. They were stacked kitty-corner, (no puns!) and she'd crawled into the bottom one and fallen asleep.
After that, she felt right at home.
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