
Died 1992, Stow, MA
Chelsea started her life as a half-wild barn kitten at the stable
where I boarded my horse. She was afraid of people, but nonchalant
about walking between the legs of a 1,000-pound horse.
When she was a kitten I would corner her in the barn, pick her
up, and show her how good it felt to be stroked. She soon learned
that people were okay, and would come when I called.
When she was almost a year old I brought her home so she could
become a pampered house cat. She easily settled into her new life,
sleeping in our bed at night and hunting for mice and snakes during
the day. When we built our own barn and moved the horses in she
felt right at home with them.
One afternoon I found her body on the floor of my barn. It appeared
that she had internal injuries from being hit by a car and had just
made it back into the barn before she collapsed. Eight years later
a stray who looked exactly like her started sleeping in my
hay loft. I took her into the house, she delivered five kittens
on a pile of electrical cords (ignoring the lovely nests I provided),
and now she and one of her kittens (also a tabby) have a permanent
home here. As indoor kitties, they will never face the dangers of
cars. Two of her other kittens, Pollywog and Cameo, have permanent
homes at Eye of the Storm.
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