Daddy made Mistrie a brand new bed, yesterday, out of a plastic container. He bought some flat, solid, foam insulation (he says that stops things from sweating) and completely lined it, top, bottom and sides. He cut out a small opening, and Momma put towels around the edge and a nice cat pad on the bottom for Mistrie to lay on. She put it under the deck, on some planks, and put an extended roof over the top, using some covers from other containers, so it has a porch. She took the other one she had, next to the house in Hemlock Haven, and Daddy added flat foam that he had left over. She washed the blanket that was inside, and added clean bedding, then added another container top to that one, so it has a porch, too. Now, Mistrie has two beds under the deck, and two beds up in the woodshed.
Momma saw her outside, when she was putting the beds in place, but she ran under the deck, when Momma called her. When Momma is inside the house, Mistrie comes up to the open door and lets Momma pet her. Mistrie purrs, and headbutts, gives love nibbles and drools, but if Momma steps outside, she runs away. She has been our kitty since the summer of 2004, but still has her feral ways, although Momma can put flea medicine on her neck, as long as she stays inside the house.
We wonder, what in her past, has made her so afraid.