Throwaway kitties
Jan. 12th, 2008 04:23 pmSo, we feed stray kitties. Or rather, beggar kitties. We're sure some of them have homes, but some may not, and one definitely doesn't. We had been feeding five on a regular basis. Whitecat (the name on his tag) definitely has a home; the twin orange cats may or may not have homes (they were ragged when we started feeding, now they're not); and Blue, the Russian blue, definitely doesn't have a home.
He had one, but he clashed with their kids and took off, and now he's got a snug kitty thing going in our garage. We have a small, kitty-sized hole cut in the side door and he can come and go as the weather gets cold or inclement, we've fixed him a secure and warm bed, cat box, and water. When he's hungry, he knocks on the front door or the kitchen door for food. I think the roommate feeds him about five times a day, but that's another issue. We'd love to adopt him and bring him inside because he's a sweet old guy (he's 11), but he's also a proven bird killer, and that wouldn't work out so good with Baby the Starling.
The reason we know Blue's age and some of the facts of his previous life is because his former owner was walking with her kids by the yard one day and told the roommate, "Oh, that used to be my cat. He's 11, but when we had kids, he didn't like them dressing him up, so he left home. I'm glad he found another home." "He doesn't truly live here," the roommate explained. "He has to sleep in the garage because we can't bring him in the house." "Well, I'm glad he found some place," she said and hurried down the street to get away. It's a good thing I wasn't home because I would have probably chased her down the street and smashed her head into the sidewalk.
There was one other kitty: a pretty little calico long hair girl. She clearly had no place to go. She slept under the neighbor's bush in the front yard, day or night, rain or shine. Blue chased her out of his garage kingdom when she tried to go in there. We were extremely worried about her because she couldn't keep staying out in the weather. We tried to find her a home, but no one was taking in strays. In desperation, the roommate went to the local Petco last week because they run adoption days there every week. The lady who ran the adoption agency heard the story and told the roommate that if we could get her into a pet carrier to bring her in and she'd find a home. The little kitty was tame and sweet, so it wasn't a problem getting her. She was so grateful to be picked up, loved, and put in a warm, dry place (even if it was a cat carrier) that she purred the whole way. The lady said she'd clean her up, deflea her, run tests to see if she had any diseases, deworm her, but as pretty and sweet as she was, she didn't think there would be a problem finding a home for her.
The roommate went back this weekend to get an update on the kitty and take some money as a donation. The adoption lady said that she'd decided to adopt the kitty (who she named Mickey) herself. You see, the news from the vet wasn't so good. They think she may have cancer. The lady speculated that once someone found out she was sick, they dumped her—but we can't really know that, except that the lady sees similar scenarios all too frequently. The good news in this sad scenario is that that lady has fallen completely in love with Mickey and is going to do everything she can for her. And Petco is going to be paying all the vet bills. So, maybe her life will be shortened, or maybe they can save her, but at least the rest of her life will be in a warm, dry, and loving home.
Sometimes the best you can do isn't good enough...but it is the best you can do. At least we saved Mincat.
He had one, but he clashed with their kids and took off, and now he's got a snug kitty thing going in our garage. We have a small, kitty-sized hole cut in the side door and he can come and go as the weather gets cold or inclement, we've fixed him a secure and warm bed, cat box, and water. When he's hungry, he knocks on the front door or the kitchen door for food. I think the roommate feeds him about five times a day, but that's another issue. We'd love to adopt him and bring him inside because he's a sweet old guy (he's 11), but he's also a proven bird killer, and that wouldn't work out so good with Baby the Starling.
The reason we know Blue's age and some of the facts of his previous life is because his former owner was walking with her kids by the yard one day and told the roommate, "Oh, that used to be my cat. He's 11, but when we had kids, he didn't like them dressing him up, so he left home. I'm glad he found another home." "He doesn't truly live here," the roommate explained. "He has to sleep in the garage because we can't bring him in the house." "Well, I'm glad he found some place," she said and hurried down the street to get away. It's a good thing I wasn't home because I would have probably chased her down the street and smashed her head into the sidewalk.
There was one other kitty: a pretty little calico long hair girl. She clearly had no place to go. She slept under the neighbor's bush in the front yard, day or night, rain or shine. Blue chased her out of his garage kingdom when she tried to go in there. We were extremely worried about her because she couldn't keep staying out in the weather. We tried to find her a home, but no one was taking in strays. In desperation, the roommate went to the local Petco last week because they run adoption days there every week. The lady who ran the adoption agency heard the story and told the roommate that if we could get her into a pet carrier to bring her in and she'd find a home. The little kitty was tame and sweet, so it wasn't a problem getting her. She was so grateful to be picked up, loved, and put in a warm, dry place (even if it was a cat carrier) that she purred the whole way. The lady said she'd clean her up, deflea her, run tests to see if she had any diseases, deworm her, but as pretty and sweet as she was, she didn't think there would be a problem finding a home for her.
The roommate went back this weekend to get an update on the kitty and take some money as a donation. The adoption lady said that she'd decided to adopt the kitty (who she named Mickey) herself. You see, the news from the vet wasn't so good. They think she may have cancer. The lady speculated that once someone found out she was sick, they dumped her—but we can't really know that, except that the lady sees similar scenarios all too frequently. The good news in this sad scenario is that that lady has fallen completely in love with Mickey and is going to do everything she can for her. And Petco is going to be paying all the vet bills. So, maybe her life will be shortened, or maybe they can save her, but at least the rest of her life will be in a warm, dry, and loving home.
Sometimes the best you can do isn't good enough...but it is the best you can do. At least we saved Mincat.
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Date: 2008-01-13 12:34 am (UTC)Thank goodness Thunder the Wonder Dane likes cats too. In fact, he'll even come and get me when he finds a lost kitty. :/
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Date: 2008-01-13 12:59 am (UTC)::HUGS::
You and your roommates are wonderful to take care of them.
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Date: 2008-01-13 01:15 am (UTC)All three of my cats are rescues. One, I picked up when he was hit by an SUV, he lost a leg, and cost a LOT of money, but there was no way on Earth I could leave him there like that.
I see so many animals running loose around here. I've stopped for animals that have been hit by cars more than once.
It breaks my heart and angers me so much to think that people could treat our four-legged friends like that.
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Date: 2008-01-13 08:44 pm (UTC)The Petco lady sounds like an angel. :)
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Date: 2008-01-14 12:26 am (UTC)I'm right with you on Blue's situation, though -- hopefully some day giant cats will come to her house and start dressing her children up in very stupid outfits, and they can see how much they like it.
I still can't understand, and never will, how people let cats go outside. Nothing good could possibly come from that.
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Date: 2008-01-14 01:09 am (UTC)No, and that's the thing about Bluie's situation that bothers us a lot. There's so many diseases and cars and dogs that can go wrong, plus when cats do get sick they just go off and hide so sometimes you never see them again. But given that he's a proven bird killer (he's left several gifts for us on the front porch--maybe he thinks that's paying for the room and board) we can't really have him inside. Like I said, it bothers us a great deal. We feel like we're failing him. But we do the best we can.
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Date: 2008-01-14 01:14 am (UTC)lol--and p.s.--worse than trying to put him in doll's clothes, they named him Cowboy. If you knew what a dignified old fellow he is, you'd see what an outrage that was.
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Date: 2008-01-14 05:25 pm (UTC)Thanks for being awesome.
~Vay
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