About 7 weeks ago, a family of five newborn kittens and presumably the mother cat were discovered in a semi-enclosed area outside at my job. I work overnight at a place that stocks and sells hard-surface flooring in bulk, so there are forklifts, reach trucks, pallet jacks, etc running constantly throughout and outside of the building. The cats were posted up underneath a bunch of pallets of steel racking where it was easy for them to hide because the pallets were far too long and heavy for anyone to feasibly get to them before they'd be able to dart out.
3 weeks ago, the jerk general manager of the store called animal control about them, who came in and were able to nab three of the kittens. At that point, mama cat vanished. I had seen her in the woods by a side parking lot a few times prior to that, so whether she ran off elsewhere or if something happened to her is unknown to me.
Last Wednesday, I'd been informed that they were going to "reset" the entire wood department starting on Sunday, which meant tearing into the pallets of racking that the cats had made their home. Terrified that the remaining kittens would get hurt, I spent most of my nights Thursday and Friday trying to capture them, to no avail.
Monday, the reset team had already started the process. We had the doors into the building propped open to let the forklifts come in and out with ease and the kittens made their way inside. We were able to nab the two babies; a cashier took one home, I took the other.
I'm no stranger to semi-feral cats; my grandmother's house has pretty much become a semi-feral cat factory, but this is my first time trying to take care of a completely feral cat on my own. I've got him set up in the entirety of the master bathroom right now with a nice, dark bed, litter box, food/water dishes, and a couple of nooks for him to hide in. I haven't had him fixed yet because I'm not 100% certain of his age, so once I'm sure he's old enough, I'll take him.
Here are my questions/concerns:
He is still veeeery nervous when it comes to sounds, which is a little surprising to me considering the noisy environment he'd been living in prior to being at my home. I talk to him softly and sweetly all I can but unexpected sounds really irritate him. Someone dropped something heavy in the room next to the bathroom yesterday and he hissed at the wall and ran to his bed, haha. Is there an easy way to get him accustomed to noises? Someone suggested putting a radio in the room with him at night when I leave for work. Is that the way to go? And if so, how loud should it be? I don't want to keep him awake unnecessarily.
He seems extremely "confused" on being handled by people. He is terrified of hands... sometimes. When he's in my lap, he loves being pet and scratched and purrs very loudly. He's completely aware there are hands on him but doesn't seem to mind. He has yet to scratch or bite at me while being pet, picked up, or walked around; even when I turned him over to check for fleas, he made no effort to resist or show signs of irritation towards my hands being on his tummy. My roommate has also been handling him and he reacts the same way, even fell asleep in her arms yesterday. That being said, when he's in his little bed or in a hiding spot, I can't get more than 2 feet close to him before he's hissing at me. He has NEVER come to me from his bed or hiding spot on his own accord and always seems scared of people from a distance, despite how much he seems to like being handled. Will this change overtime? It's just so strange to me that when he's in my lap, eating, walking around outside of his bed, etc he's totally into being handled, but when he's in his bed or hiding, he considers me a threat. I thought at first it may have just been a "buzz off, I'm in my own space" reaction, but I've known several tamed feral and semi-ferals to react differently in similar scenarios.
Any help or feedback on how to get my little guy broken into living and trusting other people?
3 weeks ago, the jerk general manager of the store called animal control about them, who came in and were able to nab three of the kittens. At that point, mama cat vanished. I had seen her in the woods by a side parking lot a few times prior to that, so whether she ran off elsewhere or if something happened to her is unknown to me.
Last Wednesday, I'd been informed that they were going to "reset" the entire wood department starting on Sunday, which meant tearing into the pallets of racking that the cats had made their home. Terrified that the remaining kittens would get hurt, I spent most of my nights Thursday and Friday trying to capture them, to no avail.
Monday, the reset team had already started the process. We had the doors into the building propped open to let the forklifts come in and out with ease and the kittens made their way inside. We were able to nab the two babies; a cashier took one home, I took the other.
I'm no stranger to semi-feral cats; my grandmother's house has pretty much become a semi-feral cat factory, but this is my first time trying to take care of a completely feral cat on my own. I've got him set up in the entirety of the master bathroom right now with a nice, dark bed, litter box, food/water dishes, and a couple of nooks for him to hide in. I haven't had him fixed yet because I'm not 100% certain of his age, so once I'm sure he's old enough, I'll take him.
Here are my questions/concerns:
He is still veeeery nervous when it comes to sounds, which is a little surprising to me considering the noisy environment he'd been living in prior to being at my home. I talk to him softly and sweetly all I can but unexpected sounds really irritate him. Someone dropped something heavy in the room next to the bathroom yesterday and he hissed at the wall and ran to his bed, haha. Is there an easy way to get him accustomed to noises? Someone suggested putting a radio in the room with him at night when I leave for work. Is that the way to go? And if so, how loud should it be? I don't want to keep him awake unnecessarily.
He seems extremely "confused" on being handled by people. He is terrified of hands... sometimes. When he's in my lap, he loves being pet and scratched and purrs very loudly. He's completely aware there are hands on him but doesn't seem to mind. He has yet to scratch or bite at me while being pet, picked up, or walked around; even when I turned him over to check for fleas, he made no effort to resist or show signs of irritation towards my hands being on his tummy. My roommate has also been handling him and he reacts the same way, even fell asleep in her arms yesterday. That being said, when he's in his little bed or in a hiding spot, I can't get more than 2 feet close to him before he's hissing at me. He has NEVER come to me from his bed or hiding spot on his own accord and always seems scared of people from a distance, despite how much he seems to like being handled. Will this change overtime? It's just so strange to me that when he's in my lap, eating, walking around outside of his bed, etc he's totally into being handled, but when he's in his bed or hiding, he considers me a threat. I thought at first it may have just been a "buzz off, I'm in my own space" reaction, but I've known several tamed feral and semi-ferals to react differently in similar scenarios.
Any help or feedback on how to get my little guy broken into living and trusting other people?