Tigress writes:
Wow! Guess what?! I decided that inside isn't the bad place I thought it was. Being inside for a day changed my mind, even though I hated the trap and hated that I was inside when it was happening. Now that I've had a couple days to think it over, though, I'm finding it very interesting.
Today, I decided that I wanted to check it out more. When the daddy opened the door for my sister, I was right there. The daddy left the door open a little for me to socialize with the inside cats. Freya was busy grooming my sister, because she kind of thinks my sister is her own kitten. I could tell my sister was happy, so I looked at the door, then looked at the daddy and meowed. He opened the door a little more, and I walked through!
I went to the food bowl first and sniffed it, then sniffed the water bowl. I walked back out the door, and the daddy called to the mommy to come see me. She watched from the hallway and he watched from the living room as I came back inside and sniffed the bowls again. Then I walked into the kitchen, still crouching low because I was unsure what was going to happen. My sister wanted to come see me, so she hopped down from her spot on the blanket-covered table. That sound scared me, though, and I ran back outside!
A little later, I went back over to the now-semi-closed door. Heimdall had his head out the door, sniffing the outside air, so I walked along the wall until I got to the door (just in case he was going to come outside). He turned toward me and we touched noses!
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Wednesday, May 2, 2012
Sunday, April 29, 2012
Updates on Tigress and Tabby
Tabby writes:
Mommy's making sure I eat something, but I don't want to! She's force-feeding me canned food, but she can only get 1/2 teaspoon into me at a time before I absolutely refuse and spit the glob out. I'm keeping the food down (except for once yesterday morning), but it's not tasting or smelling good to me. We're hoping for the results of my blood test back on Monday. The vet's office was supposed to tell us on Friday, but they didn't call, so my purrents will call on Monday to see what's going on with the results. Thanks for all your purrs, prayers, and well-wishes!
Tigress writes:
I had a very scary couple of days! I was inside in that trap thing for a few hours, then the humans picked me up and put me into a car. I've never been in a car, and I was taught to stay well away from roads when I was still a very young kitten. Being this close to humans is new to me, too, even though I'd seen them on the other side of the glass before. The humans took me to a vet place, called the Feral Cat Coalition of Oregon, where they left me! There were other cats in traps, and they were as scared and confused as I was. We all were so quiet, except for a couple screaming cats, because we were so scared. Since we'd all lived outside, we knew that silence was the key to being invisible.
It didn't work this time. I was picked up again in the trap and carried somewhere, then given a shot. I suddenly felt very sleepy! When I woke up, I had been poked a couple more times (vaccinations), had part of my right ear gone (to mark me as a fixed, cared-for feral), and had been cut open then glued shut! I had also been shaved on my belly.
While I was under anesthesia, the vet discovered that I was pregnant. Mommy and Daddy had thought I might be, probably two or three weeks along, but made the decision to go ahead with my spay anyway. They said that I would be much healthier that way, and not have to have all the stress of young motherhood. It was a heart-wrenching decision for them, especially for Mommy, but they feel that it was for the best. With the kittens, I was 9.1 pounds before my spay.
The humans came and took me back home. I'm a very good car cat, actually, and they were really proud of me. I didn't sing in the car, just watched everything going by. Seatbelts are the most interesting part of the car! I had gotten one of my claws caught in the trap wire, so I was bleeding a little from that, but it stopped right away. I've got two extra toes on my right front paw and three extra on my left front paw, so it's no wonder I got one caught.
Yesterday, I was recovered more from the anesthesia, and wanting out of that trap! I tried and tried to find a way out, especially after I peed on the newspaper. My sister came inside to check on me and was trying to help me get out, but neither of us could find the way to open the trap. Finally, Mommy took the trap outside and let me go. I slithered out and zoomed under the deck, while my sister mewed happily. I was back in a few hours for dinner, though!
Mommy's making sure I eat something, but I don't want to! She's force-feeding me canned food, but she can only get 1/2 teaspoon into me at a time before I absolutely refuse and spit the glob out. I'm keeping the food down (except for once yesterday morning), but it's not tasting or smelling good to me. We're hoping for the results of my blood test back on Monday. The vet's office was supposed to tell us on Friday, but they didn't call, so my purrents will call on Monday to see what's going on with the results. Thanks for all your purrs, prayers, and well-wishes!
Tigress writes:
I had a very scary couple of days! I was inside in that trap thing for a few hours, then the humans picked me up and put me into a car. I've never been in a car, and I was taught to stay well away from roads when I was still a very young kitten. Being this close to humans is new to me, too, even though I'd seen them on the other side of the glass before. The humans took me to a vet place, called the Feral Cat Coalition of Oregon, where they left me! There were other cats in traps, and they were as scared and confused as I was. We all were so quiet, except for a couple screaming cats, because we were so scared. Since we'd all lived outside, we knew that silence was the key to being invisible.
It didn't work this time. I was picked up again in the trap and carried somewhere, then given a shot. I suddenly felt very sleepy! When I woke up, I had been poked a couple more times (vaccinations), had part of my right ear gone (to mark me as a fixed, cared-for feral), and had been cut open then glued shut! I had also been shaved on my belly.
While I was under anesthesia, the vet discovered that I was pregnant. Mommy and Daddy had thought I might be, probably two or three weeks along, but made the decision to go ahead with my spay anyway. They said that I would be much healthier that way, and not have to have all the stress of young motherhood. It was a heart-wrenching decision for them, especially for Mommy, but they feel that it was for the best. With the kittens, I was 9.1 pounds before my spay.
The humans came and took me back home. I'm a very good car cat, actually, and they were really proud of me. I didn't sing in the car, just watched everything going by. Seatbelts are the most interesting part of the car! I had gotten one of my claws caught in the trap wire, so I was bleeding a little from that, but it stopped right away. I've got two extra toes on my right front paw and three extra on my left front paw, so it's no wonder I got one caught.
Yesterday, I was recovered more from the anesthesia, and wanting out of that trap! I tried and tried to find a way out, especially after I peed on the newspaper. My sister came inside to check on me and was trying to help me get out, but neither of us could find the way to open the trap. Finally, Mommy took the trap outside and let me go. I slithered out and zoomed under the deck, while my sister mewed happily. I was back in a few hours for dinner, though!
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| Tigress back outside after recovering from her spay. Notice her eartip. |
Friday, April 27, 2012
Tigress is trapped, and that's a good thing!
Tigress writes:
Hi, Striped Girl here, although I've got a real name now. I'm named Tigress! The daddy chose my name. A couple days ago, this strange wire box reappeared on top of our eating place on the deck. My sister wasn't afraid of it, so she went right in to eat and I followed her. There was yummy soft food in the wire box, so that wasn't too bad. I was nervous about it, but my sister wasn't, and I trust her judgement.
Turns out it was a trap! Literally! This morning, when I went to eat, my sister was already inside the house visiting with everyone. The mommy put the yummy soft food in the wire box and called me, so I went in to eat. At first, it was fine, because the plate was close and I could reach the food easily. I stepped forward two paws to get a chunk of food that had fallen in back of the paper plate, and SNAP went the trap door! I freaked out, tried to get out, called for my sister in my loudest voice, but nothing worked.
The mommy came outside, put a towel over the trap, and picked it up with me inside! I was so scared, more scared than I've ever been in my life! Then, all of a sudden, I realized there were other cats around me, cats that I had seen and smelled before. Rori came and lay down beside the trap once the mommy put it down, reassuring me by her presence that this is a house where cats are welcome. She told me that it is safe in here and that everyone loves me. I calmed right down. Then, another cat came over. His name is Heimdall, and he kind of scared me at first, because he jumped on top of the trap! I wasn't sure what was going on, so I held very still, but then I realized that he was just sniffing me.
My sister was startled to see me in the trap, because it reminded her of when she was trapped. She wanted outside again, so the mommy let her out. Two minutes later, she wanted back in. She then came over to me and showed me one of her favorite toys, called a Crazy Circle. It's a ball that goes around each time you bat at it. I've never had any toys that didn't smell of the outdoors, so I watched this new thing closely. My sister tried to give it to me by pushing it against the trap wall, but I couldn't get to it through the wire. She lay down against the wall and batted the ball around so I could see how it worked.
The mommy says I'm going to go to the vet place later on today to get spayed. I'll be trapped in this wire box for the weekend while I heal, then I'll get to go back outside to my home.
Hi, Striped Girl here, although I've got a real name now. I'm named Tigress! The daddy chose my name. A couple days ago, this strange wire box reappeared on top of our eating place on the deck. My sister wasn't afraid of it, so she went right in to eat and I followed her. There was yummy soft food in the wire box, so that wasn't too bad. I was nervous about it, but my sister wasn't, and I trust her judgement.
Turns out it was a trap! Literally! This morning, when I went to eat, my sister was already inside the house visiting with everyone. The mommy put the yummy soft food in the wire box and called me, so I went in to eat. At first, it was fine, because the plate was close and I could reach the food easily. I stepped forward two paws to get a chunk of food that had fallen in back of the paper plate, and SNAP went the trap door! I freaked out, tried to get out, called for my sister in my loudest voice, but nothing worked.
The mommy came outside, put a towel over the trap, and picked it up with me inside! I was so scared, more scared than I've ever been in my life! Then, all of a sudden, I realized there were other cats around me, cats that I had seen and smelled before. Rori came and lay down beside the trap once the mommy put it down, reassuring me by her presence that this is a house where cats are welcome. She told me that it is safe in here and that everyone loves me. I calmed right down. Then, another cat came over. His name is Heimdall, and he kind of scared me at first, because he jumped on top of the trap! I wasn't sure what was going on, so I held very still, but then I realized that he was just sniffing me.
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| Heimdall and Rori investigating me and reassuring me. |
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| Ack! Heimdall's on top of the trap! |
My sister was startled to see me in the trap, because it reminded her of when she was trapped. She wanted outside again, so the mommy let her out. Two minutes later, she wanted back in. She then came over to me and showed me one of her favorite toys, called a Crazy Circle. It's a ball that goes around each time you bat at it. I've never had any toys that didn't smell of the outdoors, so I watched this new thing closely. My sister tried to give it to me by pushing it against the trap wall, but I couldn't get to it through the wire. She lay down against the wall and batted the ball around so I could see how it worked.
Saturday, November 12, 2011
Happy 6-month Birthday to Hemming, Miss Marble, and Striped Girl!!!!
Foster Mommy just told me it's my 6-month birthday today! Wow, I'm a half-year old already? Right after she told me that, I ran into the bathroom and pawed the treat drawer! It's my birthday, so do I get treaties? Foster Mommy said I do!
I got a special half-birthday gift a few days ago. Someone named Kayla wants to adopt me! She's going to move close to where I live, so she'll be here on the 28th. After she's unpacked the major things, my foster parents and I will go meet her. I hope she's nice and has good hiding spots for me in her house! My foster parents made sure that she knows I will hide at first, and she said she's willing to take the time that I need to get used to her and come out of my shell. In fact, she was looking for a cat who would need extra love and attention, so she sounds like she'll be a really good mommy for me! I hope so!
I'm 6 months old? Wow, that seems old! I'm still a kitten, though, right? I can still play and have fun? My daddy, Tux, says I can. He even still plays, and he's a lot older than me! I sleep in the rose bushes under the humans' bedroom window now, with my sister Striped Girl, so I hear when the humans wake up and know that it's going to be food time soon. Then, I go over to the window-door and wait on the deck. I meow when I see them, talk to them to tell them that I'm ready for food, and then they come out to refill the water dish. They go back inside and get the food, then put two scoops of food on the deck. That's the cue for my sister to come running from the rose bushes for her breakfast. Sometimes our daddy joins us, but sometimes he's off hunting or doing other important things.
In the evening, we wait until it's time for the human daddy to leave in the car. Then we wait on the deck, patiently, until they see us. I go right up to the glass and meow again, but this time the human mommy comes over to the glass and talks to me. She puts her finger on the glass, and I put my paw on it. Then, she gives us food and water.
Are we really 6 months old today? Really? I love being outside with my sister Miss Marble and my daddy Tux, but I miss my mommy Leopard and my other littermate. My other littermate would be 6 months old today, too. I wonder where they are, and if they're still alive. It doesn't bother me much anymore, but it's in the back of my mind sometimes.
My life is pretty good right now, but the air is getting colder and it's getting more rainy. I don't like being wet! I hide under the deck in the big rainstorms, but most of the time I like being in the rose bushes. I used to hang out in the backyard or behind the fence, but it's too muddy back there. I sink down in the marshy grass! As long as I have my sister and my daddy, plus food, water, and someplace dry, I'll be ok.
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