Furry Friends Fur-Ever Tail: Alley Cat Bell and Pamela

suki_tb_3417Often the only balm for a broken heart is the unconditional love of an animal. So it was with Pamela, whose only child Kevin was killed in 2000. After his death, she brought a Boston terrier into her life, but when her cherished companion passed 14 years later, Pamela once again longed for the love of a pet.

img_0032“A close friend found my nine-month-old Siamese kitten for me,” Pamela explains, “after she had not only been rescued from an alley, but had given birth to two kittens of her own. Having had three other Siamese cats over the years, I was very familiar with the breed, and named her Bella even before meeting her. When it was clear she didn’t like that name, I changed it to Alley Cat Bell. Now I simply call her ‘Alley’ and watch her come running!”

On their first day together, Alley Cat Bell hid in the bookcase. Undeterred, Pamela fed her that night and petted her gently on her lap. The happy result? The once-shy kitten climbed into bed with Pamela to sleep and has been sleeping with her ever since.

“Because I’m retired, I’m home all day, and Alley absolutely runs the place,” says Pamela. “She wakes me up in the morning and touches my mouth with her paw to tell me she’s hungry. After breakfast, she curls up on my recliner between my feet and watches the world outside through the sliding glass door. At night, she pushes her toys in front of my walker (thanks, Alley), leaps onto the suki_0035window, then onto the top of a very tall bookcase, and finally, when she thinks I’m not looking, jumps down onto the bed.”

An unending source of entertainment for Pamela, Alley keeps her amused by “talking” to her very own stuffed Siamese cat. She also insists on accompanying Pamela on her trips to the bathroom, where they both “take care of business” together.

“I always thought a homeless alley cat would be aloof. How wrong I was. I love her so much, and I’m thrilled with the adoption. I think Alley’s thrilled too.”