Today Bjorn himself is back to talk about his life!:
My New Life by Bjorn the Brave and Beautiful (Braveheart)
I am not sure what happened that I lost my family and I found myself out on the street with no food and no shelter in December weather. I ran and hid and ran and hid. There were coyotes and owls and no food or water. I lost lots of weight and became covered with mats. I was scared, hungry and very uncomfortable.
On December 10. I was captured and terrorized by Animal Control. I was shaved and had lost about 4 pounds, down to 12 pounds. I was stuck in a cage and fed. I have to stipulate that I was fed and it was nice to have the mats gone. Still, I was very scared and I hate men.
No one came to look for me and take me home until December 29, when my new Mom came to look for a special needs kitty and picked me. I had never seen her and I was frantic about being touched, held and stuffed in a carrier.
She took me to her home and I smelled other cats and a dog. I hid under the bed. I stayed under the bed for over two weeks. I even hid up in the springs of the box springs so she couldn’t touch me.
She gave a whole room to be safe in and put out good food, clean water and a clean litter box.
Eventually she would lie on the rug near the bed and reach under the dust ruffle to scratch my chin. I was too scared to purr. She was persistent. She scratched my chin and talked to me at least twice a day.
After a few weeks she began leaving the door to the room open and my curiosity tempted me out into the house. I ran to the bed at sight of her. I am scared of noises and sudden movements. Finally, she froze when she saw me and I didn’t need to run away. Then she offered me a wand to chase and I succumbed. She still cannot touch me except when I am safe under the bed.
While exploring I noticed the other cats exiting the house through a cat door. I went out and she was very upset. I hid outside and sneaked in later. She saw reason and quit blocking the cat door. Even if I don’t have front claws, I am big and strong and no one knows. I can buffalo them.
A big man visits every week and I run from him and any other man. I run from noisy children and their sudden moves, but she has a front porch covered from the weather and I like to sit there.
After six months I let some of her women friends pet me. I am still scared of the man
After a full year, I let the man pet me. He has made no efforts to approach me and I am curious. I have found a hideout under a bush that like in addition the porch. I have discovered a catnip treat in the back yard. This is a good place. I am happy. I remain skeptical of strangers. Anyone who touches me has to earn my trust.
At a year and two months I saw a dog in the neighbor’s yard. I trotted toward the dog and he turned tail and ran.
I have treed several squirrels and have tried climbing a tree, but that didn’t work out.I am happy with my new life. I want to live here forever.
I have heard her talking about moving to a place with snow. I don’t know whether I would like snow, but she says I am adapted for it. If we are together moving is scary, but ok.