Pretty... the cat we never see.

Pretty hoping I don't try to pet her...  ready to run any moment.

A little about Whisper, better known as Pretty...

Pretty was born on Rosebank Equestrian Center (which was originally Whispering Hope Ranch) to a wild cat mother.  She had one other sibling, a little tortie kitten.  We tried to control the cat population at the ranch by trapping and spaying/neutering the cats, then releasing them.  Apparently, her mother was one we had been unable to catch.  I caught her sister 2 weeks before I caught Pretty.  Pretty was about 5 weeks old by the time I caught her.  We raised them and tried to place them into a new home, but we were unable to find a home that fit our criteria.  So...to this day we still have them both.  My mother has claimed the tortie kitten (Rosie, after Rosebank who we call Mimi) and I took Whisper (who I named after the ranch).  They are very attached to each other still and very much still wild.  Every once in a while we are able to sneak up and pet Pretty.  When we do she is the absolute sweetest cat and would never intentionally harm anyone, except flies...  those are tasty.  So she says.