My mom told me she believed Paxton had been locked in the house for 3 months. With a huge bag of cat food and a dripping faucet.
I thought it was weird one of the only things I found in my house when I moved in (that wasn’t obviously trash) was a half eaten bag of cat food. Then I found this sweet(ish) girl in the attic when I was crawling around looking for leaks.
I assume the previous tenant left her (and 2 others outside that I was able to re-home). She’s definitely a broken cat. She’ll take a couple pets and then shred your arm. But it’s been almost a year and she gets more comfortable every day.
I’ve watched my best friend with this go from getting told “We can’t do a hysterectomy, you might want to have kids!” (despite protests to the contrary) to “well, we can’t be sure you have it without invasive surgery” to “you’re almost menopause age, it’ll go away then”.
I’m furious for her, it’s been tough to watch at times.