I updated my notes on the four ferals last night, and I realized they’ve been in my care for four weeks. Pretty Boy Foyd, Delta, and Ruby are all socializing pretty well. They are avoiding us less and are easier to catch when we want to catch them. Normally, I … Continue reading →
I think Lady is playing with the kittens more than she’s batting them about with her paw. I’m not absolutely certain, but I think it. Tarzan and Natasha are doing fine. I was concerned about Ajax. He’s been vomiting a lot. Daily for the last week. I took him to … Continue reading →
This week’s kitty progress: None of the kittens seek us out, but they are all easier to catch (in an enclosed space–all bets are off if they get outside). They all purr when I hold them. Rossie was the last hold out, and she started yesterday. Ruby. She’s generally the … Continue reading →
Last weekend, we had Pretty Boy Floyd here at the house and his sister in quarantine at the vet’s for biting the staff during her initial visit. We now have the entire litter captured. Thanks to Tammy for providing the real Pretty Boy Floyd’s sisters’ names. I decided to use … Continue reading →
Pretty Boy Floyd is the latest kitty in the feral kitty saga. I captured him the evening of Tuesday, Nov. 20th. I got him transferred to a carrier the next morning, and I took him in to get examined and initial shots. I already know he’s too young to … Continue reading →
I bought a trap this week and borrowed a trap from the vet. We’ve captured three kitties and I estimate I have at least four to go. First, we have Little Orange (eating) and Peaches. Little Orange is a little girl, and Peaches is a boy. I managed to trap … Continue reading →
Little Orange 2 (I think I’ll call him Peaches) has been sitting in the side yard all afternoon. He’s been fascinated with something in the roll of fencing (which is horribly overgrown with weeds). He started on that brown spot on the other side of the blocks, facing the … Continue reading →
We got back from vacation on Wednesday afternoon. In time to pick up the cats from jail. Our vet says, “They know you. They don’t get up for anyone else.” I expected them to know me, but I didn’t realize they didn’t move for anyone else. I do know they … Continue reading →
I heard a cat crying outside a few days ago. The cat was yelling, actually. I went outside to see what was up, and as I rounded the corner to the heat pump side of the house, this orange ball of fur was in full cry — mouth wide open. … Continue reading →
After a boom of outdoor cats overrunning the neighborhood a couple of years ago (it reached it’s peak about the time we took Roxy in and fostered her through the birth and weaning of the kittens), we’re starting to see more outdoor cats in the neighborhood again. Unfortunately, this small … Continue reading →