what a beautiful little story gave me a great laugh to start the day, by the
way I've had two cats that came when I whistled same breed but had them at
different times the 2nd one, my beloved Henri was clever if he didn't want
to come in when I whistled he would come and sit where I could see him from
the balcony and look up till I saw him as If to say I'm here I'm Ok but I'm
not ready to come in yet aren't cats Intelligent? jp
"JHBennett" wrote in message
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To review, I made a plea for help in dealing with a #%^!+=/~! animal
poisoning neighbor and our vulnerable feral cats. The people here were
most
helpful in offering suggestions both in saving the cats (which I'm
terribly
allergic to) and taking vengence upon my scum of the earth neighbor
(although we're moving, I'm planning a fairwell gift that will keep on
giving, a couple of Southern Mulberry trees).
The bad news is that a couple of weeks ago, my 90 year old mother had
a
bad reaction to some new medication and developed a bleeding ulcer. It
was
touch and go, for awhile, but she's better now and back home, though weak
from the experience. The better news is that one of her nurses in ICU is
seeking feral cats for their hog farm. And, they want them fertile, so
they
can maintain the population.
As of today, I can report that pregnant Dopey, so named because she
got
caught twice in the neighbor's trap & had to be bailed out, has made the
adjustment to country life in grand style and is making a bid to become
the
resident house cat, at her new home. Dopey is a bit of a study in
determination. She kept trying to come into our house and our fear was
she
would have her litter somewhere, like under the couch or bed. So, I taped
a
board over the *critter* door, when I departed for St. Louis, where mother
was taken for treatment. Upon my return, I discovered that Dopey had
managed to rip off the tape and board. How many days she enjoyed the
airconditioned comforts of our home, I can only guess. She wasn't about
to
give up on trying to crack the code on the door the second time either,
even
though I screwed the cover into place, she seemed to think she could find
a
way in. She also broke out of the box I thought I could send her to her
country home in, TWICE. So, she made the trip in my carrier afterall.
Miss Kitty is also adjusting to her new life in the country. She
spent
10 days in solitary......after dining on finger food--mine. Some of you
may
recall how our cats will come when I whistle and that they like to rub
against legs and be petted. I thought it would be no trick to pick them
up
and drop them into a carrier for Kathy, the farmer's wife, to take to the
country. Ah, friends, all I can say is Miss Kitty is a 2-1/2 pound cat
with
about 23 pounds of very bad attitude. Despite the fight being far out of
her weight class, there is no doubt that she won. She didn't like being
picked up one bit and managed to get her teeth into my finger. Never have
seen a cat with that kind of fight in its eyes. Mouth clamped on my
finger,
with a seeming death grip, blood flowing, etc. Anyway, bait for the trap,
the trap itself, trip to the doctor, tetness shot, prescription, boarding
at
the animal shelter and all, it came to a $194 investment in her. She and
Black Kitty, one of her kittens, made the trip to the country together.
We have a few more to relocate, but, as someone suggested, the life of
a
barn cat is a high life indeed for a feral. They keep their barns warm
for
the little pigs all winter long and the social life must be something
grand.
Kathy says they have over 20 other cats and a couple of dogs.
Cheers
Jack