Hello im new a proud owner of 2 rescued cats,one male smoke(hes gray)and cookie(the tortoiseshell).
Originally I started feeding a feral kitty on the property.she never spoke or wanted petting-would just eat and drink(from the bird bath) and go ???
after a year and a half I was moving and by then another cat had appeared on the property,smoke.He had a collar on and after several weeks I managed to get the hartz petfinder # off his collar.So excited I could reunite him!!Nope..the collar was 4 years old!Has he been out here all that time,everywher he went he jingled drawing other tom cats and running away.
The week I was moving punkin got injured so I scooped up the feral kitty that noone had ever vetted and took her to doc(an 80 year old vet.)
Few days later I grabbed smoke and carried him away too
Smoke was freaked out,he is the fraidy.punkin just followed me everywhere.few months later they were both inside.Poor cookie had aan eye injury,was pregnant and had a hysterectomy and the worst parasites ever both external and internal.
she made it 14 months was put down with feline hemebartonella(anemia).the animal hospital kept her and gave iv's and everything she was terribly ill,seizures etc.so the sweetest feral kitty in the world died after she finally made it in doors. she had to be over 10 years old,and when she was very happyshe would purr in a special way and it sounds like singing.If you are lucky maybe one day you will get to hear a feral kitty sing,it is amazin.
But she had to have another cat inside,she was not domestic at all and was never comfortable with just humans.She loved Smoke so much,such a good mommy,poor thing never fixed still getting pregnant at ten years,God we are so callous to ignore suffering.Smoke was getting meaner and meaner to her-see,he knew she was ill and I didnt.When I came home without her the look on his face was so exactly the picture of grief,never seen anything like it.
I tried to educate myself with books from the library,online reading,all the pet food scare was going on.Sometimes you just can't fix it,but I really loved that girl and will miss her forever.It is hard to be resonsible when you are really poor.
Six months later I paid it forward.I went back to the old neighborhood to look for an offspring-tortie.after three trips i found her-punkins daughter cookie.I fed her for a week and the neighbor told me her owner had died of a heart attacksix months earlier,same time punkin died.
Like it was meant to happen,this a true story by the way.
so I scooped her upand carried her to the same old vet.three years later we are all one happy family,I wont keep you with all the details of getting a strange kitty to the vet,in a house,and introduced to a strange cat in one night.Nothing like learning the hard way.Cookie still spends most her time outside but she knows she has a home,I am real proud of that.Smoke sleeps all day on my bed and likes outside at night.
I hope I havent bored you to death with all this sentiment.Its nice to share with people who have same experiences.
the best and coolest stories are true
Laura G
Originally I started feeding a feral kitty on the property.she never spoke or wanted petting-would just eat and drink(from the bird bath) and go ???
after a year and a half I was moving and by then another cat had appeared on the property,smoke.He had a collar on and after several weeks I managed to get the hartz petfinder # off his collar.So excited I could reunite him!!Nope..the collar was 4 years old!Has he been out here all that time,everywher he went he jingled drawing other tom cats and running away.
The week I was moving punkin got injured so I scooped up the feral kitty that noone had ever vetted and took her to doc(an 80 year old vet.)
Few days later I grabbed smoke and carried him away too
Smoke was freaked out,he is the fraidy.punkin just followed me everywhere.few months later they were both inside.Poor cookie had aan eye injury,was pregnant and had a hysterectomy and the worst parasites ever both external and internal.
she made it 14 months was put down with feline hemebartonella(anemia).the animal hospital kept her and gave iv's and everything she was terribly ill,seizures etc.so the sweetest feral kitty in the world died after she finally made it in doors. she had to be over 10 years old,and when she was very happyshe would purr in a special way and it sounds like singing.If you are lucky maybe one day you will get to hear a feral kitty sing,it is amazin.
But she had to have another cat inside,she was not domestic at all and was never comfortable with just humans.She loved Smoke so much,such a good mommy,poor thing never fixed still getting pregnant at ten years,God we are so callous to ignore suffering.Smoke was getting meaner and meaner to her-see,he knew she was ill and I didnt.When I came home without her the look on his face was so exactly the picture of grief,never seen anything like it.
I tried to educate myself with books from the library,online reading,all the pet food scare was going on.Sometimes you just can't fix it,but I really loved that girl and will miss her forever.It is hard to be resonsible when you are really poor.
Six months later I paid it forward.I went back to the old neighborhood to look for an offspring-tortie.after three trips i found her-punkins daughter cookie.I fed her for a week and the neighbor told me her owner had died of a heart attacksix months earlier,same time punkin died.
Like it was meant to happen,this a true story by the way.
so I scooped her upand carried her to the same old vet.three years later we are all one happy family,I wont keep you with all the details of getting a strange kitty to the vet,in a house,and introduced to a strange cat in one night.Nothing like learning the hard way.Cookie still spends most her time outside but she knows she has a home,I am real proud of that.Smoke sleeps all day on my bed and likes outside at night.
I hope I havent bored you to death with all this sentiment.Its nice to share with people who have same experiences.
the best and coolest stories are true
Laura G
