Meet Luna (black). Luna is a beautiful longhaired girl and she is my hunter. She lived on the streets for the first year of her life and has never lost those killer instincts. Unfortunately when I took her in, I thought, how beautiful, I must have her. Plus in my eyes I was saving a life. Once she got cozy in my apartment the real Luna emerged. She would bite viciously at us if touched anywhere other than her head and chin. Any foot daring to walk further than a few steps would become her prey by wrapping her claws around your ankles and attempting to sink fangs in your flesh. Well, me being me, I was going to take full responsibility for her, and I refused to take her back. With some time she warmed up, mildly, but we were still getting attacked on a daily basis if we didn’t play with her when she wanted, or fed her when needed. My fiancé and I had become Luna’s personal caterers, after a bit of claw and fang.
About a year later, I was pretty fed up. So, I went back to the rescue I had found her at—to play with the kittens! No, I’m never giving up my Luna bug. I meandered around all the cages, and even began swooning over a little grey tabby girl with a perfectly round head. As hard as it was I turned away, because I wasn’t looking for beauty this time around. I needed a little one with a warm heart.
Finally I came across a litter that had just been delivered from their foster home, and they were named after Chinese food: kung poa, loe mein, mushu, etc… Kung poa caught my eye, because he was one of two with medium long hair in the litter along with his sister mushu. I took him home that day, and renamed him Milo. I couldn’t call him Kung poa without thinking about Chinese chicken!
After proper introductions and making sure Luna wouldn’t sink fangs into the baby, I let Milo explore. Luna, being the worldly girl that she is acted as if he was another piece of furniture. Of course Milo would not be ignored, he missed his mother, and as soon as Luna fell asleep he sneaked right into the crook of her body and fell asleep. From here on wherever Luna went Milo was two steps behind her.
A few days and cat naps later, Luna was snuggling, cleaning, and loving on Milo. Needless to say he was eating it up. I realized then that this kitten didn’t belong to me anymore, he was Luna’s, and I was ok with that.
As the weeks passed by, Luna stopped trying to eat our feet. When she wants treats now, she rubs her head on my leg, and sleeps next to us (with Milo), and plays with Milo very often. She has her moments, but they are so few and far in between that I can honestly say Milo domesticated this once semi-feral kitty.