I am calling her Whisp, for a couple of reasons. One she is a real whisp of a kitty, barely enough meat on her to keep her warm. And two she appears to not be able to meow- only squeak. She is so young!
She very effectively hid this morning when I went up to get her some food and say hello- I didn't stress and try to turn the room inside out to find her. The room has stood the test of many ferals and eventually, doing a quiet search and talking all the while to a supposedly empty room, I found her in the birthing cupboard. I swung open the door, saw her scratching in the corner (nesting) not burying waste, the litter pan had seen some action. So I quietly swung the door back closed and spoke with her telling her that she was in a good place, no one will hurt her her and I had just put out food for her as well.
I have my ratty old sweatshirt on right now, nothing underneath, I will wear it all day as I sweat and scent in it, and then tonight, I will leave it in the birthing closet, with a nice piece of dried fish on it. Ferals love dried fish, and she will learn that my scent will mean good things.
My vet will be out today to vaccinate my horses, and I will ask him about her, but I am of the opinion, that her only problem is more than likely worms, and not enough food. The only way I can worm her or even take her to the vets would be to sedate her, and her stress factor would be off the map. I don't want to compromise her that way. Her eyes are clear, her nose is too, she is eating and peeing (probably pooped as well) just somewhere else that I need to find, which is typical too of a new feral behavior, and the fact that I could only scare up one litter pan. I need to go buy a few more today.
So right now Whisp is wondering, what the devil is going on? Here was a scary human type with clunky big feet, who talks to empty rooms, leaves food and leaves her alone basically undisturbed! Why, she is thinking didn't I chase her, pull her out of the closet and demand she go right on my lap so I could give her pets? Why didn't I hurt her? Why didn't I shout at her, why did I speak so soft I could of been in a library? Why is their classical harp music playing upstairs now, and an additional thing has changed as well- there is now a big cardboard box, weighted down in the middle of the room with holes cut all over it, smelling like my cats who played in and around it last night. This box is flipped over and underneath laying on the floor surrounded by cardboard is a nice fluffly pile of bedding. Whisp's cave of cave if the birthing cupboard suddenly becomes scary and she needs an alternative place to go.