Hello everyone!
Lots of lovely cats you have around here. Love all the great signatures.
About a month ago I lost my dear Tita, a grand 18 year old polydactyl torti. She'd been with me since she was a kitten, when I adopted her from a humane society. They were contemplating putting her down, since she'd done nothing but sit in the back of her cage and hiss at people since she and her brothers had been brought in. Only took her about a day at home to warm up, and I never regretted my choice.
Anyhow, I wasn't planning on more kitties for a long while. She was very special, and I didn't think I'd be ready for them anytime in the near future. As is often the case, however, there were kitties with other plans for me
Sunday evening I went out to the barn where two of my horses are boarded. After putting my horse away, I stopped to chat with one of my co-boarders, and she says "Hey, I don't suppose you want a cat, do you?" Turns out that hiding in one of the outbuildings are not one, but two declawed housecats that were dumped at the farm. No idea what to do with themselves, and getting picked on by the resident barn cats, losing weight, with Wisconsin winter coming soon, their odds weren't looking too good.
So bracing myself for a less-than-thrilled husband, I scooped them up and into the car, and took them home. Husband is grumpy, but warming up to them, fortunately.
They have a vet appointment scheduled for Wednesday to get vaccinated, dewormed, checked out, and I think at least one of the kitties has ear mites.
Now for the introductions:
Alvin's severely underweight. Apparently someone knows the person who dumped him, so he's got a name. I'll have to take a before picture of the poor dear sometime when he's not curled up. Every vertebrae sticks up sharply when you pet him, and you can see his hipbones sticking out. He has a small raw spot on one of his back feet, and the insides of his ears are pretty dark and gooey. Poor thing. He's starting to perk up and wash himself now, and he's very friendly now that he's not out in the shed, petrified.
Here's Alvin:
The other kitty is much more outgoing, and although thin, appears to be in significantly better shape than Alvin. No one is really sure where she came from, but she's also front declawed, acts like she's used to being inside, and had partnered up with Alvin hiding from the other kitties. No name yet, we've just been calling her the "Big Fluffy Kitty".
Here's "Big Fluffy Kitty":
Thanks for letting me share!
Lots of lovely cats you have around here. Love all the great signatures.
About a month ago I lost my dear Tita, a grand 18 year old polydactyl torti. She'd been with me since she was a kitten, when I adopted her from a humane society. They were contemplating putting her down, since she'd done nothing but sit in the back of her cage and hiss at people since she and her brothers had been brought in. Only took her about a day at home to warm up, and I never regretted my choice.
Anyhow, I wasn't planning on more kitties for a long while. She was very special, and I didn't think I'd be ready for them anytime in the near future. As is often the case, however, there were kitties with other plans for me
Sunday evening I went out to the barn where two of my horses are boarded. After putting my horse away, I stopped to chat with one of my co-boarders, and she says "Hey, I don't suppose you want a cat, do you?" Turns out that hiding in one of the outbuildings are not one, but two declawed housecats that were dumped at the farm. No idea what to do with themselves, and getting picked on by the resident barn cats, losing weight, with Wisconsin winter coming soon, their odds weren't looking too good.
So bracing myself for a less-than-thrilled husband, I scooped them up and into the car, and took them home. Husband is grumpy, but warming up to them, fortunately.
They have a vet appointment scheduled for Wednesday to get vaccinated, dewormed, checked out, and I think at least one of the kitties has ear mites.
Now for the introductions:
Alvin's severely underweight. Apparently someone knows the person who dumped him, so he's got a name. I'll have to take a before picture of the poor dear sometime when he's not curled up. Every vertebrae sticks up sharply when you pet him, and you can see his hipbones sticking out. He has a small raw spot on one of his back feet, and the insides of his ears are pretty dark and gooey. Poor thing. He's starting to perk up and wash himself now, and he's very friendly now that he's not out in the shed, petrified.
Here's Alvin:
The other kitty is much more outgoing, and although thin, appears to be in significantly better shape than Alvin. No one is really sure where she came from, but she's also front declawed, acts like she's used to being inside, and had partnered up with Alvin hiding from the other kitties. No name yet, we've just been calling her the "Big Fluffy Kitty".
Here's "Big Fluffy Kitty":
Thanks for letting me share!