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Yup. Growling and hissing. That's what Ginger did when she met Ferris. She tried to attack him through the mesh of the cage. Sigh...this won't be easy.
When I picked up Ferris at his foster home, the woman that I'd spoken to was not there, but her husband was. He didn't allow me to approach Ferris on my own, he grabbed him out of the cage he was sharing with his VERY feral, hissing siblings and held him in front of me.
Ferris was absolutely terrified. I tried to slowly scruff him from behind to take him from the guy, and just as I was about to scruff, the guy thrust Ferris toward me, startling me and frightening Ferris even more, as he suddenly became a ball of scratching and biting kitten fury.
I'll have a scar, as one scratch was pretty deep...I managed to get a hold of him and placed him in the carrier as gently as I could while he bit and scratched my hands and arms to pieces. I'd treated the carrier with Feliway, and he was taught to not make a peep by his momcat, so he settled right down and was silent for the hour drive home.
Getting him into his tunnel/cage at home was fairly easy, and I partially covered the top and the side over the litter box end with a towel. Ferris promptly took up residence in his litter box. I don't blame him.
Ginger sniffed him out cautiously, then once she caught sight of him, her back arched, she started growling - a sound I've never heard come out of her, and pacing, with her tail angrily swishing back and forth as she stalked around the outside of the tunnel.
I left the room for a little while, and when I came back in, I caught her taking swipes at him, claws extended, hissing the whole time, her fur up all along her back. Well, I WAS hoping for a better reception...
Ferris, this whole time, was backed up away from her, wide-eyed and scared, not reacting except to stare back at her, frightened. This...is going to take some time. I've covered up the cage for the night, and just discovered that I am out of vanilla - I'm off to the store in the morning. And we go to the vet in the afternoon.
So much for the first evening...
When I picked up Ferris at his foster home, the woman that I'd spoken to was not there, but her husband was. He didn't allow me to approach Ferris on my own, he grabbed him out of the cage he was sharing with his VERY feral, hissing siblings and held him in front of me.
Ferris was absolutely terrified. I tried to slowly scruff him from behind to take him from the guy, and just as I was about to scruff, the guy thrust Ferris toward me, startling me and frightening Ferris even more, as he suddenly became a ball of scratching and biting kitten fury.
I'll have a scar, as one scratch was pretty deep...I managed to get a hold of him and placed him in the carrier as gently as I could while he bit and scratched my hands and arms to pieces. I'd treated the carrier with Feliway, and he was taught to not make a peep by his momcat, so he settled right down and was silent for the hour drive home.
Getting him into his tunnel/cage at home was fairly easy, and I partially covered the top and the side over the litter box end with a towel. Ferris promptly took up residence in his litter box. I don't blame him.
Ginger sniffed him out cautiously, then once she caught sight of him, her back arched, she started growling - a sound I've never heard come out of her, and pacing, with her tail angrily swishing back and forth as she stalked around the outside of the tunnel.
I left the room for a little while, and when I came back in, I caught her taking swipes at him, claws extended, hissing the whole time, her fur up all along her back. Well, I WAS hoping for a better reception...
Ferris, this whole time, was backed up away from her, wide-eyed and scared, not reacting except to stare back at her, frightened. This...is going to take some time. I've covered up the cage for the night, and just discovered that I am out of vanilla - I'm off to the store in the morning. And we go to the vet in the afternoon.
So much for the first evening...