A vagabond with strange eyes, dirt, and extreme hunger was lingering close to Betty H. and her husband’s home. We started placing food and water outdoors to help her, adds Betty.

The pair decided to try to capture the girl (whom he dubbed Pushka) at the start of the new year when no one came for her. Betty started feeding her herself three times a day, staying by her side and earning her confidence.

“At first I kept to myself. I spoke to Pushka as she ate and drank as soon as she stopped being embarrassed by my presence, recalls Betty. When I finally tried to pet her, I discovered that she had never actually been handled by a human

The cannon took Betty’s caresses reluctantly and flinched after a few touches. But the woman showed patience and managed to convince the little savage woman that she only wanted the best for her. Gradually, the fear in the behavior of the kitten was replaced by a thirst for attention and affection.

“Toward the end of her street life, she was definitely waiting for strokes before eating. This metamorphosis struck me,” says Betty.

Around mid-February, Cannon was bold enough to follow her breadwinners into the house and became part of their family.

“The bath I gave her was probably the first in her life. A few black spots on her nose and traces of orange on her paws seemed to never be washed off, adds Betty. “There were bald spots in her fur and there were several massive, dirty tangles.”

Only when kind human hands had wrapped it in a soft towel after a bath would the gun do as it purred.

“Cats never purred that loudly before. When we later took her to the doctor, we discovered that she had a variety of issues, including worms, a stomach illness, and ear mites.

The couple successfully breastfed the infant throughout the course of the following few days. Along with cutting her hair, they untangled the tangles.

Their adult cat Lacey quickly became attached to the new one. “They got along great. We noticed that with the introduction of the Cannon, Lacey became more playful.”

In just a few weeks, the former tramp blossomed into a playful and happy kitty.

“The gun is behaving like a puppy. I have never met such a mischievous and energetic cat,” says Betty.
Her face is the first thing they see when they get home.

“When I get back from work, Cannon is watching from the window as I get out of the car. By the time I unlock the front door, Cannon is already greeting me on the back of an armchair in the hallway.

Over a year has passed since the kitty and the people first met. Now that the cat has two distinct eyes—one yellow and one blue—it just looks exquisite.

“Our everyday work for a month and a half paid off.”

Cannon, like a puppy, is always watching for someone to drop food—any food—on the floor, according to Betty. She rolls from her tummy to her back when she is really joyful and lively.

She spends her free time snuggling with her best pal when she’s not playing and begging for a food.