Georgia isn’t my real Momma cat. We don’t know what happened to her. Momma just found me, outside, alone and scared of everything. After I got cleaned up and food and went to the vet, Momma started by letting me see the whole condo that she lived in. I saw Georgia and I hissed at her. Georgia was not happy about me at all. But Momma talked to her.
One day Momma stepped on my tail a little bit when I was a baby and I screamed. Georgia came running and looked at me and she glared at Momma. I was so excited I went running to Georgia. She licked my head and then swatted me and continued to glare at Momma no matter how much she apologized. But Georgia was going to make sure I wasn’t hurt.
In this photo, she actually has her paw over my back. I think we were wrestling and she got tired of it but kept her paw there so I couldn’t attack her again. Momma said that when I was a kitten, sometimes I was an obnoxious brat.
The food commentary is that Georgia ate a little chicken from Momma’s hand and then she licked the gravy off the cat food but didn’t really eat. She continues to drink a lot of water. We don’t know exactly when she’ll decide to go. We’ll see.