About three weeks ago we adopted a beautiful kitten named Blake from the shelter. When I first met Blake, she had just been fixed and was shaved nearly bald because of the matts that she had come in with. She lay in the back of her cage, not moving much, and just watched me with her massive yellow eyes. Then, as I began to play with the bars of her cage, Blake got up, stretched and came by for a sniff and a scratch before going back to lie down. From that moment I knew she had my heart.
Blake’s first day in her new home resulted in many changes. First, we had decided not to keep her name and she underwent the testing of what seemed like hundreds of options. Most commonly referred to as Muffin, or by me, Butter Muffin. This little kitten proved herself to be the bravest cat I’ve ever encountered as, once rescued from a harrowing adventure under the couch, Blake began to warm up to my sister and I and even started to play.
Over the next few days, after some intense feeding sessions and weight gain, the changes in Blake became even more noticeable. She would join my mum, sister, and I for dinner at the bar in the kitchen and wind her way about our feet as we ate. Her massive tail tickling our toes. Blake made her presence known with her surprisingly loud ‘meow.’ It's now become a game to see who Blake will wake up by screaming at them.
Finally, we decided it was time to settle on Blake’s name. From the get go, we had liked Princess (or at least or dad did), Olivia, and Grace. Somehow, it took the brilliant combined power of all four Huston-Robertsons to realize we could just put the names together. So Blake’s official name is now Princess Olivia Grace, though she goes by Ollie or P.O.G.
The changes in Ollie’s temperament, her bravery, and her adventurous spirit have been growing daily. I think she’s finally realized that this is her forever home, that we will never hurt her, and that all of us have a terrible weakness for making her happy with Temptations cat treats. Each day this precious little girl surprises us by being more affectionate than the one before. Normally, she sleeps under my bed, but last night Ollie spent most of the night in it. She doesn’t run off and hide every time someone walks by, nor is she afraid of meeting new people.
As I’m writing to you, Ollie is sitting across from me, cleaning herself in the most ladylike position and occasionally giving me the stink eye as if I should be watching her in this most private of moments. She has certainly earned the title of Princess. I just wanted to let you all know that Blake - Ollie, has settled in beautifully. One of her favourite things is sitting on the ledge of our bay window and watching the cars go by. She’s a cat who suffers from an excess of personality, but is deeply loved for it.
Thank you all for what you do, for taking her in, and for letting us bring Ollie to her new and permanent home.
Regards, The Huston-Robertson Family