Sorsha is 5 years old. She came in through the cat door four years ago during Christmas. Semi-feral, so a challenge to win over.
Just since my senior cats died has she been coming on my lap…just for a while because I want to pet her and she jumps down. I think she still sees me as more a consistent food provider than a loved human. But she’s started to sleep on my bed, so there’s hope. As long as I don’t bug her, she tolerates me.
She’s a dilute tortoiseshell (meaning having only two colors) and she’s named after a character in a Nora Roberts Irish trilogy. The proper spelling is Sorcha, but I thought everyone might mispronounce it, so I spelled it phonetically.
I had a plan. I fostered her brother Desi and her when they were taken to a local animal shelter at 4 days old. Their eyes were still closed and they were orphans. I had no idea what I was in for! I thought I did. I knew that newborn kittens had to be bottle fed every two hours. I thought I can do that for a few weeks. HAH!
Sadly, Desi died in his sleep at 6 days old. Lucy, on the other hand, was a noisy, tiny scrapper and she thrived.
Back to the plan: I took the two because I knew I’d give them back to the shelter as a pair to keep them together. This would be at around 6-8 weeks, so they could be fixed and then put up for adoption. Easy-peasy.
Lucy being alone in the world changed everything. I was the only family she had. She opened her eyes, cuddled, and came when I called. I was hooked. I’ve decided to adopt her when the time comes. I can’t give her up.
So my plan failed. And I have a new cat. Sorsha is fascinated by her. Not sure she likes her, but hasn’t attacked her. And Lucy wants Sorsha as a friend, so that’s been fun to watch their interplay. I’m sure they will become fast sisters.
Lucy is now 18 months old.