This gal should have never been an indoor only cat. She lived for about 3 years on the mean streets of Dover, DE with a pack of ferral cats and probably popped out a few litters. But she somehow ended up in a "Trap-Neuter-Release" trap and with an organization that neuters ferral cats, tries to adopt out the kittens & socialable cats and returns back to the streets any truly ferral cat (now neutered).
But somehow I took this gal home. She was so tiny when I got her, I thought she was a kitten (she was just undersized and probably not eating well on the streets). I brought her to my home and she promptly rejected me, rejected Abbott and opted to live indoors away from contact from everyone. Most days I'd see her only after I open up a can of food or she just somehow managed to trap a songbird while being a totally indoor cat. Funny thing is, the gal knows its a good living and has never once tried to escape.
The past few months her icy personality has thawed a bit. She would give me about 15 minutes of petting time but I would have to be on the sofa and she would be on the back of the sofa and meowing to let me know it was petting time. If I tried to hold her she'd claw me and run away. But I figured it was a start. She also starting sleeping at the far corner of the bed.
Well last night she did something she has never done before. I watch feeling a bit under the weather and I was vegging out, watching reruns of Seinfeld - she jumped up on the sofa and snuggled with me.
It lasted for exactly 3 minutes - but it was a breakthrough!