Gilbert

Gilbert lived on the streets of Providence, Rhode Island. All of my neighbors hated him and thought he was mean and disgusting. They constantly would discourge is presence in their yards. My husband and I trapped him and had him neutered. We put him in a large cage in the basement after his surgery, but he went balistic and sounded so vicious. He would not calm down...like a wild animal. So we let him back outside. My husband took an old army tent and made a double entrance tent and filled it with hay so he could snuggle at night. For a year he lived right outside my door in his tent. He came for food 3 times a day, but would not let me get near him. When we decided to move, I upped the anti by offering him the best of wet food and trying to touch him with a brush. The day before we moved a set a very small pet carrier on the ground beside me and put his food so that his back was facing me. When he went to dig it to eat, I grabbed his scruff and shoved him as swiftly as possible into the pet carrier. It was so small he had trouble turning around, which allowed me to save his life and bring him with me. At my new home he lived on the screened in porch for about 2 weeks before he made friends with my dog and another 2 weeks before he fell in love with me and my husband. Now he is the sweetest, most loving kitty. Gilbert will sit on anyone who sits down. He's trying to make up for all those years of loneliness. He is our only kitty who goes outside and when he does he follows the dog all over the yard and lays against her belly. He never, ever wanders away from Brandy-Dandilion. -Christina w/Harmony Pillows

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