Coo was adopted from the Bonnie L. Hays Animal Shelter of Hillsboro, in February of 2012. She was an abandoned cat that was being fed by two older ladies, who eventually caught her and brought her to the shelter to be adopted out. The shelter thought she was about five years old and she was about half the size of a regular house cat, weighing in around 5-7 pounds. She was spayed but had no identity microchip or collar, so there was no way to track her back to the original owner. We adopted her and took her home and she lived under our bed for the first week, but came out at night to eat and probably explore her new surroundings.
Eventually she became bolder and would meet us in the kitchen every morning to be fed, eating her entire portion in one sitting. We suspected she had been living outside for awhile without consistent food available. Pretty soon she began to realize that this was no longer the problem, as we would leave her food and water out daily in the same location. When she finally did emerge from under the bed, she was pretty skittish and checked to make sure the food and water was still there several times a day.
When she finally moved from the bedroom into the living room, she hid safely away under the couch. One day we covered the couch with a large, soft and brown fleece blanket and she immediately jumped upon it and began to knead it with her paws, which calmed her down immensely. She repeated this process so often that we began calling the cover "the bear", because of it's dark brown color. If Coo was in the living room, then she was on The Bear, kneading away.
Coo loved to play and we bought her many toys to try, but she rejected most of them and often just preferred a string, piece of paper, or a paper clip.
As time continued she became a part of our family as we cared for and loved her. She had a bit of a quirky personality and was very stubborn when it came to not getting her way. For this reason we dubbed her "the Queen". She was very affectionate and loved to be petted, that is, whenever she wanted it that is. She was a very quiet cat and only vocalized occasionally. For this reason she would often be in the same room as us, but would hang back out of the way, just watching our every move. Because of this we had to be careful when we moved around or we could have easily run her over.
Following a visit to the Vet for treatment of what they initially told us were allergies and to address some other issues, she stopped eating and drinking all together. After five days of this we had to make the hard decision to put her down, as the longer we waited, the worse it would have become for her.
God calls us to be stewards of the animals. We are to treat them with dignity, respect and mercy.
At her death, she was 14.
Coo had a huge impact on our lives for the nine years she was with us, and at times we still sometimes feel her presence in our home.
Eventually she became bolder and would meet us in the kitchen every morning to be fed, eating her entire portion in one sitting. We suspected she had been living outside for awhile without consistent food available. Pretty soon she began to realize that this was no longer the problem, as we would leave her food and water out daily in the same location. When she finally did emerge from under the bed, she was pretty skittish and checked to make sure the food and water was still there several times a day.
When she finally moved from the bedroom into the living room, she hid safely away under the couch. One day we covered the couch with a large, soft and brown fleece blanket and she immediately jumped upon it and began to knead it with her paws, which calmed her down immensely. She repeated this process so often that we began calling the cover "the bear", because of it's dark brown color. If Coo was in the living room, then she was on The Bear, kneading away.
Coo loved to play and we bought her many toys to try, but she rejected most of them and often just preferred a string, piece of paper, or a paper clip.
As time continued she became a part of our family as we cared for and loved her. She had a bit of a quirky personality and was very stubborn when it came to not getting her way. For this reason we dubbed her "the Queen". She was very affectionate and loved to be petted, that is, whenever she wanted it that is. She was a very quiet cat and only vocalized occasionally. For this reason she would often be in the same room as us, but would hang back out of the way, just watching our every move. Because of this we had to be careful when we moved around or we could have easily run her over.
Following a visit to the Vet for treatment of what they initially told us were allergies and to address some other issues, she stopped eating and drinking all together. After five days of this we had to make the hard decision to put her down, as the longer we waited, the worse it would have become for her.
God calls us to be stewards of the animals. We are to treat them with dignity, respect and mercy.
At her death, she was 14.
Coo had a huge impact on our lives for the nine years she was with us, and at times we still sometimes feel her presence in our home.
Coo was adopted from the Bonnie L. Hays Animal Shelter of Hillsboro, in February of 2012. She was an abandoned cat that was being fed by two older ladies, who eventually caught her and brought her to the shelter to be adopted out. The shelter thought she was about five years old and she was about half the size of a regular house cat, weighing in around 5-7 pounds. She was spayed but had no identity microchip or collar, so there was no way to track her back to the original owner. We adopted her and took her home and she lived under our bed for the first week, but came out at night to eat and probably explore her new surroundings.
Eventually she became bolder and would meet us in the kitchen every morning to be fed, eating her entire portion in one sitting. We suspected she had been living outside for awhile without consistent food available. Pretty soon she began to realize that this was no longer the problem, as we would leave her food and water out daily in the same location. When she finally did emerge from under the bed, she was pretty skittish and checked to make sure the food and water was still there several times a day.
When she finally moved from the bedroom into the living room, she hid safely away under the couch. One day we covered the couch with a large, soft and brown fleece blanket and she immediately jumped upon it and began to knead it with her paws, which calmed her down immensely. She repeated this process so often that we began calling the cover "the bear", because of it's dark brown color. If Coo was in the living room, then she was on The Bear, kneading away.
Coo loved to play and we bought her many toys to try, but she rejected most of them and often just preferred a string, piece of paper, or a paper clip.
As time continued she became a part of our family as we cared for and loved her. She had a bit of a quirky personality and was very stubborn when it came to not getting her way. For this reason we dubbed her "the Queen". She was very affectionate and loved to be petted, that is, whenever she wanted it that is. She was a very quiet cat and only vocalized occasionally. For this reason she would often be in the same room as us, but would hang back out of the way, just watching our every move. Because of this we had to be careful when we moved around or we could have easily run her over.
Following a visit to the Vet for treatment of what they initially told us were allergies and to address some other issues, she stopped eating and drinking all together. After five days of this we had to make the hard decision to put her down, as the longer we waited, the worse it would have become for her.
God calls us to be stewards of the animals. We are to treat them with dignity, respect and mercy.
At her death, she was 14.
Coo had a huge impact on our lives for the nine years she was with us, and at times we still sometimes feel her presence in our home.
Eventually she became bolder and would meet us in the kitchen every morning to be fed, eating her entire portion in one sitting. We suspected she had been living outside for awhile without consistent food available. Pretty soon she began to realize that this was no longer the problem, as we would leave her food and water out daily in the same location. When she finally did emerge from under the bed, she was pretty skittish and checked to make sure the food and water was still there several times a day.
When she finally moved from the bedroom into the living room, she hid safely away under the couch. One day we covered the couch with a large, soft and brown fleece blanket and she immediately jumped upon it and began to knead it with her paws, which calmed her down immensely. She repeated this process so often that we began calling the cover "the bear", because of it's dark brown color. If Coo was in the living room, then she was on The Bear, kneading away.
Coo loved to play and we bought her many toys to try, but she rejected most of them and often just preferred a string, piece of paper, or a paper clip.
As time continued she became a part of our family as we cared for and loved her. She had a bit of a quirky personality and was very stubborn when it came to not getting her way. For this reason we dubbed her "the Queen". She was very affectionate and loved to be petted, that is, whenever she wanted it that is. She was a very quiet cat and only vocalized occasionally. For this reason she would often be in the same room as us, but would hang back out of the way, just watching our every move. Because of this we had to be careful when we moved around or we could have easily run her over.
Following a visit to the Vet for treatment of what they initially told us were allergies and to address some other issues, she stopped eating and drinking all together. After five days of this we had to make the hard decision to put her down, as the longer we waited, the worse it would have become for her.
God calls us to be stewards of the animals. We are to treat them with dignity, respect and mercy.
At her death, she was 14.
Coo had a huge impact on our lives for the nine years she was with us, and at times we still sometimes feel her presence in our home.
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