|Lucy, named for Lucille Ball, as she is a red head.|
|On the bed with Tannis.|
She settled in with my brats her and her former cats well, but distrusted humans. The first eight years in my house, I never touched her, except when she got pregnant. She'd let me comfort her when in delivery and the first few days after birthing kittens, and then she'd start hissing. I remained patient, talking to her as I do all the four footed children.
|Tannis grooming Lucy.|
Finally MacDubh, whom I call Doodle, a rottweiler/dachshund cross, came to live with us. She would rub on Doodle while I petted him, and I eventually was able to touch, then scratch, then pet her over a period of months.
|Lucy Bit nursing Firedancer|
|Lucy Bit: Audrey|
Lucy is still touchy. If she is laying with one of her grown kittens, or with Doodle, she's usually fine. Sometimes she even seeks attention. But she taught me the value of patience. Of being mindful, staying in the moment with her, reading when to proceed and when to back off.
|Lucy Bit Dante with Tannis|
I used to long to stroke her fur, wondering if she's as soft as she looks. She is.