For those not familiar, we moved last year. We relocated 7 of the feral cats with us. We moved in November. We had them set up in cages in a summer tent. When we started letting them out in December, they kept returning to the tent rather than moving into the feral villas and using the feeding stations. :lol3: So every snowstorm, I had to dump snow off the roof every few hours. In February, there was a storm with wet, heavy snow. I didn't get out in time. I had to get them inside. We moved them into a spare bedroom.
We needed a long term solution. We ordered a shed. The earliest install date we could get was June. When it arrived, it stank like chemicals. While we worked on that, one of the cats, Bean, developed anemia. He has immune-mediated hemolytic anemia. While at the vet with him, someone came in with an emergency: a dog that had been attacked by coyotes that morning, while on a walk with his dad. Less than a mile from us.
I came home with Bean and told my husband, Gary, we are not putting the feral cats back outside. I told him what happened. And before he could respond, I pointed out that no more cats outside means no more food outside. We won't be attracting MORE cats. He agreed.
So I began the switch to timed meals. Then I began slow introductions.
Baloo sleeps with me. Bean kneads like crazy on the bed. Khol... the pictures are self-explanatory. Froggie discovered my lap. Treebie and Smokey no longer even return to "their" room. :heart2:
Welcome home, babies!
November, 2014
The tent collapse, Feb 2015
Their room, after the tent collapse
The kitties now:
Khol
Dottie - down from the table tops!
Froggie, lap kitteh!
Baloo - playing with toy mice, not real mice!
Treebie!
Smokey :heart2:
Beanie
Bean and Baloo on the counter (Yep, they're home, lol)
Smokey giving Beanie a bath... in the living room.
We needed a long term solution. We ordered a shed. The earliest install date we could get was June. When it arrived, it stank like chemicals. While we worked on that, one of the cats, Bean, developed anemia. He has immune-mediated hemolytic anemia. While at the vet with him, someone came in with an emergency: a dog that had been attacked by coyotes that morning, while on a walk with his dad. Less than a mile from us.
I came home with Bean and told my husband, Gary, we are not putting the feral cats back outside. I told him what happened. And before he could respond, I pointed out that no more cats outside means no more food outside. We won't be attracting MORE cats. He agreed.
So I began the switch to timed meals. Then I began slow introductions.
Baloo sleeps with me. Bean kneads like crazy on the bed. Khol... the pictures are self-explanatory. Froggie discovered my lap. Treebie and Smokey no longer even return to "their" room. :heart2:
Welcome home, babies!
November, 2014
The tent collapse, Feb 2015
Their room, after the tent collapse
The kitties now:
Khol
Dottie - down from the table tops!
Froggie, lap kitteh!
Baloo - playing with toy mice, not real mice!
Treebie!
Smokey :heart2:
Beanie
Bean and Baloo on the counter (Yep, they're home, lol)
Smokey giving Beanie a bath... in the living room.