My first major interaction with my local animal shelter was around 8 years ago from this year when I was 9 years old (17 now). This is when I adopted my first cat after years of begging and pleading. Her name is Skitty and she has changed my life for the better. As I grew with her I learnt all her mannerisms and dedicated a lot of free time to researching cats and their behaviors.
Fast forward to 2015, March 20th. At my old school, close to the art room, there was a group of kittens, tired thirsty and hungry. This wasn't the first litter as there is a female and a male who roam the school. (I assume its the same father each time as every litter has similar traits from the mother and then a few who are mostly black and bare no resemblance to the mother) I have helped with the previous litters and attempted to find them homes but due to classes and exams I was never able to assist too much. However this time I led a full scale operation as it was before exams and a lot of my classes were not full enough to be taught. On March 21st I took some cat food to school and a bowl for water and spent my morning on the balcony next to the roof putting out water and throwing food to the middle of the roof so they wouldn't be forced to come too close to my friends and I. Eventually we got the school handyman to go onto the roof and help us. Much to my dismay and protest he thought it a good idea to FLUSH them out of the gutter they were in. The first one ran onto the balcony and attempted to jump off the second floor. Luckily just as he had jumped I managed to catch him and pull him to safety. We put him in a box with a small towel, food and water and took him into a secluded room in the school with a lab assistant who also loved cats. We never found the others until a little later. His displeased and soaked brother was hiding out on a ledge just under the roof. I stood on a chair and pulled him down to safety (not without his protest). Honestly I've still got a few scars to this day. Eventually the two of them learnt that we were only there to help them and they settled a little. The third was never found that day but I've heard he still roams the school and he is healthy.
Later that day, the two rescued kittens were taken to TTSPCA (the shelter) for a check up and a home. I begged and begged to keep the first one that I rescued and saved from the dangerous jump. He has grown into a very handsome tom cat. His brother was adopted the next day. These cats were named Frankie and Chai;
In between the adoption of Skitty and the rescue of Frankie, I've saved and cared for two stray kittens that wandered into our yard, Cinnamon and Finn, we found a home for Cinnamon and Finn was taken to TTSPCA.
I have loved animals my whole life, and personally struggling with things like depression and anxiety, my two cats have helped me a great deal and I owe it to them to find a way to give back. Helping animals is truly a passion of mine and always has been.
I am also studying photography and animals are by far my favourite subjects.
(Pictures of Frankie all grown up below)
Fast forward to 2015, March 20th. At my old school, close to the art room, there was a group of kittens, tired thirsty and hungry. This wasn't the first litter as there is a female and a male who roam the school. (I assume its the same father each time as every litter has similar traits from the mother and then a few who are mostly black and bare no resemblance to the mother) I have helped with the previous litters and attempted to find them homes but due to classes and exams I was never able to assist too much. However this time I led a full scale operation as it was before exams and a lot of my classes were not full enough to be taught. On March 21st I took some cat food to school and a bowl for water and spent my morning on the balcony next to the roof putting out water and throwing food to the middle of the roof so they wouldn't be forced to come too close to my friends and I. Eventually we got the school handyman to go onto the roof and help us. Much to my dismay and protest he thought it a good idea to FLUSH them out of the gutter they were in. The first one ran onto the balcony and attempted to jump off the second floor. Luckily just as he had jumped I managed to catch him and pull him to safety. We put him in a box with a small towel, food and water and took him into a secluded room in the school with a lab assistant who also loved cats. We never found the others until a little later. His displeased and soaked brother was hiding out on a ledge just under the roof. I stood on a chair and pulled him down to safety (not without his protest). Honestly I've still got a few scars to this day. Eventually the two of them learnt that we were only there to help them and they settled a little. The third was never found that day but I've heard he still roams the school and he is healthy.
Later that day, the two rescued kittens were taken to TTSPCA (the shelter) for a check up and a home. I begged and begged to keep the first one that I rescued and saved from the dangerous jump. He has grown into a very handsome tom cat. His brother was adopted the next day. These cats were named Frankie and Chai;
In between the adoption of Skitty and the rescue of Frankie, I've saved and cared for two stray kittens that wandered into our yard, Cinnamon and Finn, we found a home for Cinnamon and Finn was taken to TTSPCA.
I have loved animals my whole life, and personally struggling with things like depression and anxiety, my two cats have helped me a great deal and I owe it to them to find a way to give back. Helping animals is truly a passion of mine and always has been.
I am also studying photography and animals are by far my favourite subjects.
(Pictures of Frankie all grown up below)
I have two cats, Skitty (Female, 8) and Frankie (Male, 1)
Things aren't always too peaceful. Being such huge cat fans my family and I all started religiously watching My Cat From Hell. We proceeded to use the methods from the show to introduce Frankie and Skitty. Sadly this hasn't changed much. They don't fight too much, and Frankie just wants to play but Skitty doesn't seem to understand that and immediately takes to hissing at him. I feel that it may be because she was adopted at a young age and had barely any interaction with other cats. Her main experiences being small fights with stray cats which might have caused her to not trust other cats. There was only ever one cat that I remember her being friendly with and we nicknamed him Snickers. Sadly one morning we woke up to him in front our gate dead. After that she was even less friendly to any visitors at all. Fast forward a few years to now. We've had Frankie for a year now and Skitty for eight. We had hoped that all our efforts would have helped Skitty realise he isn't a threat and she remains the queen with control over the house but she still isn't happy about the situation. She continues to hiss at him and sometimes if she gets too annoyed she will chase him and start swatting at him. Obviously Frankie responds in self deffense, however he is around her size already and is still going to grow. I'm not sure how else to help their interactions.
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