When we first got our little feral cat Hannah, she was recovering from a C-section delivery of 2 kittens
(to the surprise of the vet who was spaying her. She was the thinnest cat I have ever seen and had been traumatised by the man whose barn she inhabited. She wouldn't let anyone near her, especially men.
She almost died from a bee sting soon after we got her and her head swelled to twice its size.
We have had to rush her to the vet once more for a sting, and twice for the dog who is also allergic.
Over the past year she has started crossing her legs hen she sits.
She is firm friends with Gracie, but kept a respectful distance from Mooch, although she did lick him and lay near him when he was very ill before he died.
She actually thinks she is a dog.
She goes out with the dog, never leaves the yard and waits at the door to come in like a dog.