Cecilia

I am finally done moving out of my old place.  It may have been one of the more stressful times in my life, and I shed a lot of tears (like I said earlier, it doesn't take much, but still...), but I am relieved and excited to finally unpack and get settled here.

Since I have more of a yard now, with no traffic racing by my front door, I let Cecilia out for a bit and sat with her while she sniffed and slinked around.  I made sure to put her collar on and had a bag of treats with me in case she got a little too comfortable outside and bolted.  She didn't, but she did try to go around the side of the building, which was a little too adventurous for me.

If you don't know Cecilia's back story, last summer she appeared at my (now) boyfriend's patio at his old place.  She was thin, malnourished and appeared to be pregnant.  She was a tiny thing, we estimated that she was about 6 months old.  Once she had the kittens (we assume they did not make it, there was no sign of them anywhere and she never left the patio afterward), we took her to the vet to get her cleared to come home with me and the rest, as they say, is history.

This is the first picture that we have of her.  She was so little!

So, naturally, she is still a little more curious than a typical cat about going outside. At my last place, I lived on a very busy road that people drove much too fast on.  I was surprised at first that she never really tried to go out, but I suppose the noise of the cars was too scary for her and the lack of greenery didn't interest her.  She now has tried to get out many times at my new place, and succeeded at one point, but I am a very nervous cat mother.  Maybe I will extend our outings in the future, but for now, I'm much too worried about her getting away from me.

This is Cecilia now.  Bigger, happier, healthier.  And such a lady.