Hi,
I wanted to start this thread, because I have a feral cat I'm taking care of. He is an adult cat - 7 years old, who lived outside all his life. Recently, I took him home (4 days now). There are moments I question myself and ask if I'm doing him and myself a favor or if I'm keeping him captive and he hates me for this. So I decided to post my progress over here and also ask you guys for help and support. Also, some people may search for information about taking the feral cat home (I know I did), so I want this thread to be a tool for others in a similar situation to maybe learn on my mistakes and little victories.
So let me start from the beginning...I always considered myself a dog person. Cats were nice, but not for me, until....well about 7 years ago. My mom came to visit me at that time. From her room, she noticed that there were 3 kittens born in the neighbors' yard. But my "nice" neighbors threw them out after few weeks. My mom started feeding them and, of course, made me promise that I would continue it after she goes back home. So I did. At that time I did not know anything about cats. I naively though that after a while they just start coming to me and I would be able to domesticate them and find them good homes. Well, I was wrong. They stayed feral and were just coming to eat. At that time, the mama cat left.
When the winter came, I left the garage door a little open and left them an old suitcase with my old sweaters. I was shocked, when I walked to the garage one day and saw the mama cat with brand-new four kittens in that suitcase. Well, at that point I had 8 cats! And let me remind you - I was not a cat person. So I said enough is enough. I educated myself about the cats and found some info about the trap-neuter/spay-release program. I trapped the older kittens and fixed/vaccinated them. I also closed the garage door and trapped the little kittens and the mama cat there. I took care of them until they were old enough to take them away from her. When I finally took them away, they stayed with me for another month. My daughter and I socialized them and they went to two good families (each family took two cats). After fixing/vaccinating the mama cat, I ended up with the small colony of outside cat-family (3 older kittens and the mama). I continued feeding them for years. I also left a doghouse for them as a shelter. But slowly one by one, they disappeared, except one...
So this brings me to the other part of the story - the new chapter, which JUST started. About a month ago, I noticed that there was just one cat left from the whole family. I knew something happened, because he would come by himself and cried and cried and cried. He is a black cat with a beautiful green eyes. His name is Salem (my daughter and I named him after Salem from "Sabrina, the Teenage Witch", which we used to watch together). He was always a little distant. I could only pet him, when he was eating. He would always stay a few feet away from me. He never "hit" me with his paw, but he would occasionally hiss.
Well, I decided that he is not going to survive there all by himself, especially that I saw few coyotes in our neighborhood. Plus, he does not seem like a strong, dominant cat. So on Tuesday, I finally trapped him. Oh boy, he was mad. I took him to the vet, his tests came back negative, and he was vaccinated. I think that neutering him years ago and the fact that he stayed with his small family all this time, eating mostly what I gave them, helped in keeping him healthy.
I prepared the spare bedroom for him in advance. Thank God I removed the pictures from the walls and pulled up the blinds (and put the strings up). When I let him out of that cage, he went crazy. I never saw a cat jump so high and I though he was going to break the window. I backed off and tried to calm him down. And he did. I gave him water, food, and made some places to hide (a box and a cat tree, which I bought in the pet store. That "tree" had also a hideout place on the bottom).
Next day I went there and...he wasn't hiding. He was laying in the bed on the top of that cat tree. He looked adorable. He stopped hissing and was just watching me. I sit down on the floor and read some stuff. I stayed there for few hours. He was mostly sleeping. He wasn't eating or drinking though. And he did not use the bathroom.
Later on, I read that it's normal for the first day or two for the cat not to eat. I also brought him a second litter box, this one filled with soil from my yard (someone suggested it). And I think it was a good idea, since I had to clean up the newspapers I spread there, because he peed. He did not use the other litter box with the unscented litter yet, but he started using the one with the soil.
Today is the 4th day, since I brought him in. He cries at night and moves around much more. During the day, he just stays in the bed at the top of the cat tree by the window. I also started putting food and water on the window ledge and he finally started to eat. He hisses, when I come too close. But I have to, since I need to put the food and water on that ledge. Then, I push it with the stick to the other end, close to him.
Since I am studying for some exams, I spend some time with him, just sitting on the floor with the laptop. He mostly sleeps. Sometimes he meows. And I talk to him. The only thing, which worries me is that he is not really interested in interacting with me. Today I moved closer to him and he did not mind. But I got the feeling he did not really care. And this is my only fear - that he will be just not interested in any interaction with me. He is not a young cat and he may not be willing to change.
Well, my goal is to have an outdoor/indoor cat. I'm hoping that he eventually accepts me and will want to spend some cold nights in the house. I don't want to keep him captive in the house forever.
Well, wish me luck. I will keep you posted ^_^
I wanted to start this thread, because I have a feral cat I'm taking care of. He is an adult cat - 7 years old, who lived outside all his life. Recently, I took him home (4 days now). There are moments I question myself and ask if I'm doing him and myself a favor or if I'm keeping him captive and he hates me for this. So I decided to post my progress over here and also ask you guys for help and support. Also, some people may search for information about taking the feral cat home (I know I did), so I want this thread to be a tool for others in a similar situation to maybe learn on my mistakes and little victories.
So let me start from the beginning...I always considered myself a dog person. Cats were nice, but not for me, until....well about 7 years ago. My mom came to visit me at that time. From her room, she noticed that there were 3 kittens born in the neighbors' yard. But my "nice" neighbors threw them out after few weeks. My mom started feeding them and, of course, made me promise that I would continue it after she goes back home. So I did. At that time I did not know anything about cats. I naively though that after a while they just start coming to me and I would be able to domesticate them and find them good homes. Well, I was wrong. They stayed feral and were just coming to eat. At that time, the mama cat left.
When the winter came, I left the garage door a little open and left them an old suitcase with my old sweaters. I was shocked, when I walked to the garage one day and saw the mama cat with brand-new four kittens in that suitcase. Well, at that point I had 8 cats! And let me remind you - I was not a cat person. So I said enough is enough. I educated myself about the cats and found some info about the trap-neuter/spay-release program. I trapped the older kittens and fixed/vaccinated them. I also closed the garage door and trapped the little kittens and the mama cat there. I took care of them until they were old enough to take them away from her. When I finally took them away, they stayed with me for another month. My daughter and I socialized them and they went to two good families (each family took two cats). After fixing/vaccinating the mama cat, I ended up with the small colony of outside cat-family (3 older kittens and the mama). I continued feeding them for years. I also left a doghouse for them as a shelter. But slowly one by one, they disappeared, except one...
So this brings me to the other part of the story - the new chapter, which JUST started. About a month ago, I noticed that there was just one cat left from the whole family. I knew something happened, because he would come by himself and cried and cried and cried. He is a black cat with a beautiful green eyes. His name is Salem (my daughter and I named him after Salem from "Sabrina, the Teenage Witch", which we used to watch together). He was always a little distant. I could only pet him, when he was eating. He would always stay a few feet away from me. He never "hit" me with his paw, but he would occasionally hiss.
Well, I decided that he is not going to survive there all by himself, especially that I saw few coyotes in our neighborhood. Plus, he does not seem like a strong, dominant cat. So on Tuesday, I finally trapped him. Oh boy, he was mad. I took him to the vet, his tests came back negative, and he was vaccinated. I think that neutering him years ago and the fact that he stayed with his small family all this time, eating mostly what I gave them, helped in keeping him healthy.
I prepared the spare bedroom for him in advance. Thank God I removed the pictures from the walls and pulled up the blinds (and put the strings up). When I let him out of that cage, he went crazy. I never saw a cat jump so high and I though he was going to break the window. I backed off and tried to calm him down. And he did. I gave him water, food, and made some places to hide (a box and a cat tree, which I bought in the pet store. That "tree" had also a hideout place on the bottom).
Next day I went there and...he wasn't hiding. He was laying in the bed on the top of that cat tree. He looked adorable. He stopped hissing and was just watching me. I sit down on the floor and read some stuff. I stayed there for few hours. He was mostly sleeping. He wasn't eating or drinking though. And he did not use the bathroom.
Later on, I read that it's normal for the first day or two for the cat not to eat. I also brought him a second litter box, this one filled with soil from my yard (someone suggested it). And I think it was a good idea, since I had to clean up the newspapers I spread there, because he peed. He did not use the other litter box with the unscented litter yet, but he started using the one with the soil.
Today is the 4th day, since I brought him in. He cries at night and moves around much more. During the day, he just stays in the bed at the top of the cat tree by the window. I also started putting food and water on the window ledge and he finally started to eat. He hisses, when I come too close. But I have to, since I need to put the food and water on that ledge. Then, I push it with the stick to the other end, close to him.
Since I am studying for some exams, I spend some time with him, just sitting on the floor with the laptop. He mostly sleeps. Sometimes he meows. And I talk to him. The only thing, which worries me is that he is not really interested in interacting with me. Today I moved closer to him and he did not mind. But I got the feeling he did not really care. And this is my only fear - that he will be just not interested in any interaction with me. He is not a young cat and he may not be willing to change.
Well, my goal is to have an outdoor/indoor cat. I'm hoping that he eventually accepts me and will want to spend some cold nights in the house. I don't want to keep him captive in the house forever.
Well, wish me luck. I will keep you posted ^_^