Memories Still Hurt…
I learned yesterday that I have a verrryyyy good memory! A former caretaker from the shelter I came from visited Mom yesterday. I was napping in my new SFC (Squishy Fort Cushion) and the lady came over to pet me. I had already allowed another lady visitor to pet me (I had never met her before), but when my former caretaker tried to approach me, talking to me…I bolted for the door!
I knew her voice and her smell! No sireeee was she gonna get her hands on me…no way! I ran under our bed and stayed there until she left. Mom came in and laid down and encouraged me out so I could snuggle with her…but oh my cat! was I ever scared of that lady. I remember her.
I know she saved me from the county shelter where I would have lost my life…but I spent almost a whole year in that no kill shelter, scared every day and lots of time in pain from my undetected bladder infection…and mostly I remember no one wanted me and the caretaker/volunteer peeps thought I was just “mad, grumpy, mean”…so not many of them tried to touch me…and even back then, I loved to be brushed but only a couple ever did that for me…guess they were kind’a scared of me…(wiping tears from eyes with paws…)
I remember not feeling safe…hope I can forget it one day…but I guess not right now…memories still hurt…even a no kill shelter can be a really terrifying experience for us adult cats, especially if the caretakers label us as “not very friendly…” or stuff like that…’cuz then they start to treat us like that…anyways, enough said…
So last night Mom and Dad had special play time with me…on our bed…and I was happy, happy, happy…grrrr…kill that feather!!! rrrrooooaaarrr…
…and this morning Mom and I had a special special snuggle…we stayed in bed together for a while ‘cuz she knew I was upset from my memories I had yesterday…
And I know right now, I am loved ever so much by Dad and Mom…I am furrever safe…
Thank all of you for believing in me and for letting me share my memories with you…helps lots with my recovery process…
Paw Pats to all, Savannah
Savannah's Paw Tracks 
Dear Savvy – we are all very sorry that this happened. We thank the old father that woo found some of the good people. Play bows little mate,
RA
why thank you RA…funny this post was visited by you and one other today and I wrote it in 2012 when I first started to blog…did you find it or did Word Press post it again…just curious. And Mom Linda and I are holding each other close learning today that we lost Tyler Huskamute several days ago and now Zim…
Eeoww Savannah ya shure did hab a scare!! me wuud have dun da same fing…in fact when Miss Renee or mistur Todd DO come to bizit me letz dem look butt NO TOUCH eber!!!
Da shelter dey run iz No-Kill like da one ya were in butt dat place scared da absolute cwap outta me!!!
Me neber trusted dem Hu’manz cause dey let me go wif da Sistur n she treeted me turrible…
So me understandz; sum memoreez linger fer a bery long time…. 😉
Lub ❤ Nylablue ❤ n Mumm too ❤
NB did you look for this post or did WP post it again? RA Husky also commented on it today…it is 2 years old????
WP posted di bloggie here Savannah!! We thott we had read sumfing like diz beefur butt we comminted anyway…WP iz actin weerd again…
Lub Nylablue xxx
Beautiful girl, I hope you can let all those old memories go as time passes. You will never, ever be in a bad situation like that again. I’m sorry for not coming to visit your blog lately but I’m catching up now! I love the beautiful pictures of you! And it’s going to be a little bit better everyday, I promise!
Mowzers, we have incredibly long memories, humans just may not realize that all the time until an incident like this! So glad they comforted you!
yep, Mom and Dad ‘get it’ about cats and memories. But sometimes I think the peeps who volunteer in shelters don’t ‘get it’ at all…they think what they say about us doesn’t hurt us…and it does…because what they say drives what they do to/for us…IMHO
It must have been very scary having that lady from the shelter at your house. I can only imagine what must have been going through your mind as you remembered all those times at the shelter when you were lonely, afraid & in pain. But now, with your mom and dad, you’ll be able to make lots of new, WONDERFUL memories and forget about the old ones that were just too much to handle. purrs
oh Nerissa, purrs to you for such thoughtful comments. Memories help and hurt…my new ones are gonna move those old ones to a distant place one day…give your Mom nice snuggles today…puuurrrrr
Wooo are such a beautiful kitteh, we are happy you found your way to some of the good people, play bows,
RA
oh thanks. And many play bows back to you. My Sibe furriends are great comfort and inspiration for me and my Mom and Dad. They have deep feelings for all Sibes.
Hey Savannah, Jet here. Nice to make your acquaintance through the Saturday Blog Hop.
Oh gosh, I’m so sorry to learn of your background. Thank heaven you found such a pawesome forever home.
Mom asked me to share that when she adopted my feline brothers, Puffy and Fluffy in 2003, they had been in 5 abusive homes and 1 home that developed allergies in the first 3 years of their lives. Mom told them that they would live the remainder of their days as the princes they are. It took Mom 4 YEARS to get Puffy’s permission to brush his entire body (topside that is…). He still remembers the bad stuff, too.
Savannah, life is a bowl of fish now, day by day you will slough off the bad memories and fill yourself up with joy and love from your new family.
I cannot even mention some of the things that happened to me before I met Mom… my life now is wonderful, so, I try to forget….
You are being amazing and whee are sure your Mummy and Daddy are really proud of you.
It is hard to recover from your past, but even harder to admit that you are still afraid sometimes. Whee think you are really brave. Just keep putting one paw in front of the other and you’ll get there.
Nibbles, Nutty, Bingo & Buddy
xxxx
oh I will keep my paws going forward and it is from my furriends like you who listen that I draw lots of support
Yeah it’s really hard, but ya gotta remember that you’re one of the lucky ones, and that there are things worse than death.
I always know I am lucky one Rumpy. I don’t ever forget…I know there are cats and dogs that face worse than I have, but my memories are mine alone
so true!
Yous knows what Savannah? Me still has those to and its been 12 years! That’s why me tries to kill Dr. Carole (our vet). Me don’t hide, me gets aggressive.
Those memories is good, because they helps us realize where we is now. And that s a good place!
Kisses
Nellie
thanks so much Nellie, coming from you that means lots…and I don’t get aggressive, I just get really still and shake…I am so happy now…but memories make recovery tough, huh?
Savannah, someday they will only be memories and they won’t hurt any more. I had many hurtful experiences in my first few years (my mom finally told my story–in my own words–on her blog), but with a good, loving human to be there whenever you are frightened, those bad feelings will fade. I am 18, and I realize now that days go by when I’m not at all afraid of anything. Glad you are on your way. ~Kelly
Oh Hi Kelly…and I think you were just 17 when I first met you on your blog story…concatulations on your B-Day! I want to grow up and be just like you and my friend Sammy over at One Spoiled Cat. paw hugs, Savvy
I bet that was very scary seeing the lady you remembered AND smelling the shelter smell. Bad memories………and now you’re making GOOD memories but we never totally forget….You’re very brave. I’m sure your parents took EXTRA special care to remind you after she was gone that you are indeed SAFE and loved. Furrever and ever!
Kitty Hugs, Sam
Mom and Dad have been extra special nice to me since she was here. THey know it made me nervous! Be sure to give your Mom a big wet nose to nose in the AM for Mom’s Day
Oh Sweetie-Pie Savanna, we wish we could make the hurt go away for you. Make sure that you look forward a little more every day.
thank you so much..I am putting one paw forward every day, but my memories are really strong and sometimes they surprise me and Dad and Mom