Originally Posted by tigerclaw
Oh wow! I didn't know Batman went through all that with the big German Shephard, poor thing. So glad he completely recovered from that traumatic experience. Batman is such a sweet kitty.
Here's the story.
Patches had 4 babies in our window well. Didn't even know about Patches til we saw these babies! This was less than a year after we got married. Pretty young, just got a house. 2 pet cockatiels. Husband allergic to cats. Last thing I thought I'd be doing was rescuing kittens and socializing an adult feral.
That said, keep in mind that I just LOVE cats and always had them growing up, but I wanted a portable intelligent pet in college during co-op that wouldn't restrict apartment hunting, so I got some birds.
And my birdies are awesome. So yep, 2 birdies and 2 kitties.
Anyways. I did some begging, then we got a bathroom set up and went to snag the kitties. We didn't know what we were doing... We did it so wrong
, looking back. We went with a box and a towel.
There were only 3 by then. Got one pretty easy, brought him inside. The second one ran to the front yard in the landscaping. I got him, then he fell out, ran around the landscaping more... it was just awful. Finally got him inside. Then Batman was the last one. He bolted like a terrified little thing... went running to the chain linked fence.. and the neighbor's German Shepherd caught him.. in his mouth. We yelled at the dog to drop Batman and basically had to pry him out of his mouth. I about vomited in fear that the dog just killed the kitten. When we pulled Batman out, he hissed, then peed out of nervousness. We thought he was covered in blood - nope, just dog drool. My husband and I were absolutely mortified about how awful our rescue went. Kitties went to the vet the next day and were fine health-wise.. but WOW. What a horrible rescue. It's quite embarrassing.
The fuzzbutts were about 7 weeks old. Adorable little hissy things.
They were my first socialization experiments.
The friendly two were SO EASY looking back. I basically lost my whole summer last year with those babies, but it was so worth it. Batman was a bit of work as well... It seems it was just leading up to Patches in a way.
Now there was the 4th kitten. I did not see the kitten again until the kitten was 14 weeks old I think? I was looking in the yard every day the first week I found the babies but no luck - Patches hid him too well. TNR places wanted me to just TNR. No rescues had the capacity to socialize a black feral kitten... At that time we were also still working on socializing Batman and figuring out my husband's allergies. I was not allowed to take in this cat to socialize and/or adopt. You can imagine the fighting about this. But I ended up finding a wonderful rescue that DID, after emailing every single rescue within 20 miles or so. I got the kitty trapped, paid for initial vetting/neuter, wrote a nice big check, and send checks now when I can. That kitty is now a year old and STILL being socialized and still in a foster home waiting for adoption.. He's very shy, but very sweet and purry... gets along great with other kitties, etc. I'm hoping I get an email one day saying he's officially adopted. That will make me so happy. Looking back it does at times really bother me we didn't keep this 4th kitten but I try to tell myself everything happens for a reason. Patches would still be outside if I did somehow manage to convince my husband to take in #4. I know that kitten is getting great care - and so is Patches. So I don't know. It's just odd. I think about that kitten a lot.
Off topic, but hopefully no one will get mad at me.
Edit: I guess I didn't end it!
I just started feeling more and more of a connection with Patches. We did the math on how old kitten #4 would be and got her fixed after we knew he'd be weened, if he was still alive (since we did not see him). Then one day when we were feeding her, we looked out and saw him. That's how we knew he was still around! Trapping him was so depressing because she cried for him for days after he was gone. She'd lay on our porch crying.
I got in a really good routine with her. She'd wait for us after work. She would actually start walking to the porch when the car was in the garage - really started getting more comfortable with us. I was able to also start luring her closer to me with the trail of food. (In June, she'd run to another yard. By October, she'd eat a foot or two away, giving me the leery eye.)
My husband's allergies were tolerable with Batman so we figured we could add a short hair kitty. So we brought in Patches.
Well, we talked for months and months. I was getting really emotionally attached to her and really starting to worry about finding her dead on the street. And I just felt a special connection with her, after saving her babies I think. I don't know. It just felt right.
Sorry if that is long and rambly, but figured the background is helpful if anyone is interested.