This is Nicky. My husband rescued her from a horrible situation over eleven years ago. Nicky was bought in a pet store by my (now) husband’s ex-girlfriend for her best friend to have a cat. The problem was her best friend didn’t really appreciate having a cat around and basically treated Nicky like garbage. It got to the point where the best friend had moved out of her house, left a litter box and food in a dish, and abandoned Nicky in the house.
When my husband heard about this, he drove to the house and rescued Nicky, finding her with fleas, crying for help, and almost starving. It was shortly after he rescued Nicky from being abandoned that he broke up with the ex-girlfriend. The only good thing she ever did for him was to bring him closer to Nicky.
Yes, there are some lifetime complications with Nicky. She does have a bit of social and mental anxiety (more obvious when we have company over or when we go to bed, she’ll cry a bit because she feels abandoned and left behind), and our other cat doesn’t care for Nicky that much. She also loves brushes (as you can see in the photo. She loves being brushed and loves attention.) She’ll also tend to wander into the bathroom - whether or not someone is in the bathroom or she just wants to be in there to keep cool in the summer or meow at the toilet. My husband says she’s a little bit spacey. but that’s okay.
After my husband and I started our relationship, we were long distance and called each other every night. at least for five or ten minutes in each phone call, Nicky would meow into the phone to let me know that she was here and how she wanted to say hello (she can actually meow “hello!”, it’s really cute!) After I first visited my husband and met Nicky for the first time, she made me her rare exception and didn’t run away from me. she knew that her other forever guardian was here to make everything okay.
It’s been over five years since I came into the picture in Nicky’s life and she has made life very interesting. She’s not camera-shy and knows she’s gorgeous (earning nicknames like “Princess Pretty” and “Fuzzy Space Princess”), but she’s also a very sweet girl who is super loyal, doesn’t want to leave your side. In the winter, she’ll cuddle up to you under the blankets, and in the summer, she can be found by the fan cooling herself off. (With all that long hair, she needs to keep cool!) She’s not only my feline companion in early morning misadventures, but also my partner in late-night shenanigans. And this summer, she becomes a big fur-sister when we welcome a baby boy into our family. (Nicky is already protective of my little man, headbutting my belly to make sure he’s okay in there.)
It just bothers me that so many years ago, she had a rough beginning in a pet shop and later, with an owner that didn’t care for her, but since my husband stepped in and saved her, I can’t imagine our lives without her. This year, our little rescue kitty turns a magnificent twelve years old and I couldn’t be happier that she has a wonderful home with loving guardians (and a feline sister that may not care for her as much, but we know our tortie loves her just as much as we do!)