Bella

I won't go into detail. What I will say is this: I've been here for 10 days. I've been completely shut down since day 1. I won't tolerate the environment, here. I've been afforded a great deal of love and compassion.. the workers here are very kind. But it doesn't matter. I want none of it. I want nothing and I will respond to nothing. I am frozen in terror. And what choice did I have? I am a cat. I belonged to a human. That human couldn't keep me. I was one of the lucky ones. I made it somewhere safe. But I don't want to be here. Im don't understand what's going on. I can't even bring myself to look up from my catatonic state. I need a small, quiet room. I need an understanding touch. I need patience. I need a hero. Ocala, FL Cat foster: https://petstablished.com/foster_form/31713/generic UPDATE 10/28: we rescued Bella from the shelter and she is home with us. She still needs a forver home or foster family... but (for now) she is safe with our director. Here is another blurb from Bella ... taken from our social media pages after her freedom ride: Yesterday, things got quiet. I was placed into a large carrier and taken down a hall. The sounds of barking dogs fading, behind me. Then; sunshine piercing the slots of the crate. I still dared not lift my head. My face was tucked into the towel but I noticed something, right away. And do you want to know what that was? Nothing. It was finally quiet. I could hear the tires on the road. I could feel the inertia of movement, though I was (myself) very still. There was an overall silence that felt... safe. We stopped moving and I was carried through sunshine, again. Then down another hall. I kept waiting to hear the dogs barking. I didn't. I came to a quiet room. I stayed the night in my roomy carrier and I admit, I started to feel even more secure. I'm starting to feel safe in this carrier because OUTSIDE of it... it has been quiet. I finally found the courage to lift my head. When I did, there was a can of shredded chicken (I do love chicken). I looked around nervously. I pricked my ears... straining to pull any input from my surroundings. It was still quiet. I ate the food. I ate it and I loved it. It has been 24 hours since things got quiet. My belly is full and I am not afraid to lift my head, anymore. Maybe this is how I heal. I don't know. But I DO know that it feels good. *a very special thank you to Kari for making sure Bella's plight was brought to light. Without the love and care of the shelter workers, the animals with serious shut down (like Bella) would go unnoticed and slip through the cracks.