Snowy was limping the other day and I was worried it might be something serious and I would have to take her to the vet. Thankfully that was not the case.
The following day Snowy was still limping a little bit but the next day she was back to her normal spritely self.
I inherited Snowy when I moved to the farm four years ago. She has always lived outside and was very much a ferral cat. The farmers used to just call her puss but I decided to name her Snowy.
Four years on Snowy can be stroked, she will come when called by her name (probably as she knows this means it’s feeding time!), she likes to rub up against my leg and she will roll around on the floor in front of me which is a sure sign that she is comfortable with me.