It’s been almost a year since I brought home my blind kitten. She’s now a blind cat! If you came to visit her at my house, you would never even guess that she’s completely blind. She jumps on the furniture and runs around like a normal cat. She even loves sitting in the window sills. We have a fully fenced in back yard, and I occasionally let Stevie run around in our backyard. She hasn’t figured out how to climb the 6’ privacy fence yet, but she does get in the lower branches of our weeping willow. There’s a cat that lives in my neighborhood and frequently hops into my back yard. He’s a neutered, male named H.B. H.B. technically belonged to the people who lived in my house before my family moved in. Since they left him behind, I see to it that he’s fed, well vaccinated, and has a warm place to sleep. I do believe H.B. considers us invaders to his home rather than his new family. When Stevie becomes aware of H.B.’s presence, she tries to follow him around. H.B. responds in much the way an older brother responds to his annoying little sister… Their interactions remind me of Garfield and Nermal. I’m pretty sure H.B. would ship Stevie to Abu-Dhabi in a heartbeat if he could figure out how.
Anyway, my little blind cat has adjusted well to life at home. She’s a loveable, snuggly cat, and I wouldn’t trade her for anything!
Peace and Love, y’all!