Username:MistCat
Name:Ilori
Name Meaning:Special treasure
GenderFemale
Things that make Her happy:Ilori loves music more then almost anything. She the music is what always keeps Her going and inspires Her. True, She doesn't understand the human lyrics but the beat of the music She feels intrigues Her more then anything. It can convey feelings and emotions so easily. Music, as far as Ilori is concerned, is the best thing humans have invented. She also loves Autumn leaves, playing about, jumping into large leaf piles, rolling about in them and trying to catch and falling leaf before it hits the ground. This constantly makes Her owner, Conner, laugh. Ilori also loves belly rubs, walks, the game fetch, Her bright red rubber squeaky toy ball and Her old patched up teddy bear.[/quote]
Childhood wrote:Ilori, from a young afe was trained as a therapy viscet. She was trained to recognize signs of stress and cuddle with the person and let them pet Her to calm them, Call 911 one a special phone if they had a serious panic attack, the basics, like sit, stay, heel and much more. She grew to love training with Her handler and learned quickly.
Story wrote:Ilori tilted Her head to the side and sniffed at Her trainer questioningly. She seemed sad, however She was smiling at Ilori and gathering up Ilori's toys and took out Her leash. Ilori wagged Her tail slightly, maybe they where going to the park, and everything easily fine. Ilori followed Her trainer out to their car and hopped in the back seat when Her trainer-whose name was Amy- opened the door for Her. After a few minutes of driving Ilori looked around and whined, trying to tell Amy they where going the wrong way, the park wasn't anywhere near here. Amy sighed and said something Ilori didn't understand and seemed rather depressed. Ilori desperately wished She knew more human words, other then Her commands. She didn't know how long they drove for, She just lay in the back seat and eventually drifted to sleep.
Amy smiled as She looked in the rear view mirror and saw Ilori sleeping curled up, Her tail and ears twitching as She dreamed. Amy had been in this business for nearly 30 years, and had trained many 'cets, Ilori was by far Her favorite. She was funny, intelligent and a absolute sweetheart... Amy took another glance at Ilori sleeping in the back before continuing Her drive from Arizona where She lived,to California, where Ilori's new owner awaited.
Conner stood by His apartment window looking out at the street as a car pulled up. He watched as a lady and a viscet got out. "Maybe I don't need a therapy viscet or whatever.." He said aloud to Himself, suddenly growing nervous.
Ilori awoke to the stopping of the car. She yawned and looked out the window. with a start She realized they must have been driving for a while, for the sun was already beginning to set. She watch Amy turn off the the engine and get out. Amy grabbed Ilori's toys from the shotgun seat, open the door for Her and grab Her leash. Ilori sniffed the air as She followed Amy into a large building and up a flight of stairs. She noted, as Amy stopped by a door and rang the the buzzer, that the building smelled of mildew. The door was answered by a young-ish looking human boy, with blonde hair, brown-gold rimmed eyes, who looked sickly thin and very nervous. Amy smiled at Him politely and walked into the apartment. Ilori followed.
Amy looked around the rather dingy apartment, then at Conner. Conner fidgeted slight and invited Her to sit. "So, Conner" She said as She sat and motioned for Ilori to do the same "You are army veteran?" she asked. Conner sat across from Her and nodded. "Yes ma'am... uh, I kinda have PTSD... do you really think She can help at all? I mean, I know She can, but how much?" He replied hesitantly. "I'm very sorry about that" Amy said sympathetically "This is Ilori" Amy nodded to the viscet who was calmly sitting next to Her. "and I'm not sure how much she'll be able to help. it varies with each person... why don't you try petting Her" Amy noted Conner seemed skeptical "what if she doesn't like me?" He asked. Amy laughed "Ilori likes everyone, I highly doubt she'd make a exception.
Conner cautiously petted the viscet and felt thrilled when Ilori wagged Her tail and nuzzled His hand with Her muzzle. "Hey viscet" He smiled and muttered. "How you doing, huh?" in a little louder voice He added "She's really soft"
Ilori liked this new person who Amy referred to as Conner.
It has been nearly a year since Conner adopted Ilori and She absolutely loves Her new owner to death. (although She does sometimes miss Amy) Conner takes very good care of Her, brushing Her every week, making sure She always have fresh water and takes Her for a walk twice a day. (although, the walks don't really have an affect, Conner feeds Her WAY to much table scraps and kibble, She is just so cute, He can't help it. After all, food is pretty much love in Ilori's opinion.)
personality wrote:best traits:
Happy, confident, energetic, laid-back, outgoing, goofy, curious.
worst traits:
Picky eater, over protective, easily angered by strangers,impressionable, moody.
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