Julie was so very tiny. Every night she would come to the front porch in search of food. She obvioiusly had not had a comfortable life because her little ear was all torn and she was so hungry.
I tried to catch her but she wouldn’t let me near her. Finally I got a cat carrier and started feeding her in that. One night I set it up with a string going from the carrier door inside my slightly open front door. Once she was in there, I pulled on the string and shut the door. I had to hold the door closed to take her to the bathroom (my quarantine room) and she bit my finger. Blood everywhere, but I was determined not to let her escape.
She came to me in July, hence the name, “Julia”. But the way she scurried around, she soon became Julie Bug.
From that beginning, I was really surprised at how she learned to deal with stress. When most cats are stressed, arms and legs fly out, they howl and fight. Julie does the opposite, if she is afraid of something and I pick her up, she just melts in my arms.
She is still a very small cat. She doesn’t really like cats but tolerates Abby’s grooming techniques. She is my favorite!