When I was 15 years old, I decided to save up and purchase a Bengal kitten. I had no idea what I was getting myself into and my parents were both ignorant with the breed. I will admit that it was a spur of the moment purchase and although I won't go as far as to say I regret my decision, I will say that I wish I knew a little bit more before entering the world of the Bengal. So to start, she was the only cat in the house. She grew to be a beautiful feline and she was given much love and respect. The older I got, the more I realized that she was no ordinary cat. She was an indoor/outdoor cat and every once in a while, she would come home just to sleep on my bed. Then- my brother decided to bring home a little orphaned cat. The cat was a young adult and she was very sweet. From day one, they did not mind each other...they tolerated eachother. Then, we moved. My Bengal was not a huge fan of staying indoors so a few weeks after moving in, we allowed her to go outside more frequently. Then...my brother brings home another stray. It was a male this time and again, Ezra( my Bengal) did not mind the kitten, but the older he got, the less we would see Ezra. Eventually, she would be gone for 5-10 days at a time and it became more difficult to get her to come home. We found out that a neighbor down the street was feeding her and Ezra basically moved in with the neighbor. Ezra hated coming home and would hiss and snarl like a wild animal anytime we caught her in the garage. I was heartbroken. I went down to the neighbor and begged them multiple times to stop feeding my cat cheap junk food (I had her on an expensive diet to maintain her beautiful coat) but the neighbor completely ignored me and I had no other options. We tried to keep ezra from going outside but again, she refused to aknowledge that I was not an enemy. She escaped one day and was gone for good. I've moved out and live in a two bedroom apartment and when I visit my parents, I see her running around every once in a while but when I would call to her, she would run away. Today however, my mother found her trapped in the garage. My mom some how managed to lock her in my old room and insisted that I move her into my new apartment- this is where the questions start: I have a spare bedroom that I plan on turning into her own room until she gets used to me. I have no other animals in this apartment. I'm worried that she will hiss and moan like she did once before but I'm praying that I can someone get her used to the idea of living with me and only me- no other cats- just like it used to be. To describe her temperment now, I can only think "ferral". Should I treat her as one and work my way up to regaining her trust once again? Any suggestions? (Please refrain from making any negative comments on your replies, I'm completely aware of the mistakes that were made for this very special cat and although I know this experience will not be a walk in the park, I am hoping to redeem myself and to once again establish the relationship I once had with this cat) Please, any advice will be much appreciated. *shes about 10 years old now*
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