Anytime I would whistle she would come running from where ever she was. Sometimes it would take her a few minutes, sometimes she was right there!
I think most of the watchmen and lower class people who worked in the building or came selling fruits, fish, etc also loved her as she was so sweet.
After quite some time of feeding her I finally decided to name her something.. Xena came to mind as she had outlived all of the other cats in the building and it seemed fitting!
But one day I found that she had a large wound on her side. And she was fully pregnant! I wasn't sure how she would take to me taking her to the vet, but she didn't fight too much when I put her in the basket for her first ever vet trip.
The vet gave me some ointment for her and said most likely we'd need to do surgery.. if I was up for it. However I was about to go out of town for work for a week and couldn't do it then. I had to hope for the best and rely on my friends to look after her.
My partner and 2 friends made daily visits to her and put the ointment on her side until I could get back into town.
Finally I was back and it seemed that Xena was about to pop. I was then even more worried as I was sure that she would damage the wound even more going through the birth. The doc said it was a bit riskier with her being so pregnant, but they were willing to do it.
I loved Xena to death so I was a basket case waiting to hear word from her surgery. Apparently she was due to give birth in only a few days as the kittens were fully formed and breathing on their own. But they were not able to survive too long.
Turns out that Xena had been shot with a pellet gun!! I cannot understand the cruelty that some people have in their hearts. Who could do this to this lovely sweet cat? Lucky for her, I noticed her injury and was willing to do something about it.
I wasn't sure I was going to keep Xena, but thought that after she recovered I would try the introductions with Ginger and see how it went. I also wasn't sure that Xena would be happy living in the house after being outside all her life. But her and Ginger took to one another very quickly and Xena has never even once been interested in going to the door!
It has been one year since her surgery and she is the absolute best house cat ever. She snuggles, gives nose kisses and behaves like the princess she is! I have come to the conclusion that the adult cats who come in from outside after living a hard life on their own are much more appreciative of the love and warmth a home can give. Ginger on the other hand, who was raised inside, has nothing but dreams of living outside!!
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