(Isn’t my Barny gorgeous??? This is his favorite “observation post” by the porch window.)
“We have nothing to fear but fear itself.” Franklin Delano Roosevelt.
For 19 years, I had a beloved Tonkinese cat named Thellie. He passed away shortly before I moved from Florida to Texas in 2012. My darling little shadow, Thellie, lies at rest in my neighbor’s back yard, with a little marker I made just for him.
Exactly two weeks before I relocated from my daughter’s home (where I’d lived for two tender years as a live-in Nana when I moved from Florida), God sent my beloved Tonkinese, Barnabus Bartholomew Farmer, through a rescue shelter. He was the only natural mink-Tonkinese listed for rescue in the entire state of Texas (which is fairly big, you know!). His coat is, indeed, a luxuriantly rich mink color, just like my little Thellie was. They could have been twins.
Typical of his breed, Barny is hypersensitive. In addition, somewhere in his previous five years he was apparently traumatized about some things, like feeling pinned down. I can hold and cuddle him a long time but the moment he feels squeezed or pinned down, he becomes the world’s best escape artist. Clipping his nails by myself was out of the question.
His first two visits to the veterinarian with me, my little Houdini quickly escaped two different vet techicians who were trying to clip his nails.
“Cat on the loose!” I heard from the back room. I had to go back to the big workroom and coax him out of the tiny corner he’d found, the dark underside of the desk in the very back of the workroom. The technicians, smiling and laughing, put us both in an exam room to wait for the veterinarian.
When Dr. Smith came in, I was holding Barny lightly, but up close to my face, murmuring baby talk and rubbing my face over his fur, like we cuddled at home. Dr. Smith paused and studied the two of us for a moment. Then she smiled.
“He obviously trusts you so let’s see if I can do his nails while you hold him.” Barny flinched a bit but never even tensed his muscles to leap out of my arms. He did, indeed, trust me!