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Sherry wrote: Ahem. gets on soapbox, even though she's preaching to the choir We've got the double-whammy. We not only live in the country, but between two lake roads. For some reason people love to dump animals at lakes and camping areas. I think Pam can vouch for this one, too. We had a floating colony of around 20 cats when I was a kid, from people dumping their cats at the farm. The reasoning seems to be that farms can "always" use another barn cat. Pine Cone was a dump off at Morrow Mountain SP., where we often camp. They tell me that every year they get at least one dump off of cats and/or kittens. Pine Cone was one of the lucky ones. He's still terrified of cars, which makes Rob and I think he was tossed out of one. Poor Kid. Pam S. wondering how he's going to keep from singing when we're traveling as he "says" he's going along |
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Sherry wrote: Ahem. gets on soapbox, even though she's preaching to the choir We've got the double-whammy. We not only live in the country, but between two lake roads. For some reason people love to dump animals at lakes and camping areas. I think Pam can vouch for this one, too. We had a floating colony of around 20 cats when I was a kid, from people dumping their cats at the farm. The reasoning seems to be that farms can "always" use another barn cat. Pine Cone was a dump off at Morrow Mountain SP., where we often camp. They tell me that every year they get at least one dump off of cats and/or kittens. Pine Cone was one of the lucky ones. He's still terrified of cars, which makes Rob and I think he was tossed out of one. Poor Kid. Pam S. wondering how he's going to keep from singing when we're traveling as he "says" he's going along |
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Sherry wrote: Ahem. gets on soapbox, even though she's preaching to the choir We've got the double-whammy. We not only live in the country, but between two lake roads. For some reason people love to dump animals at lakes and camping areas. I think Pam can vouch for this one, too. We had a floating colony of around 20 cats when I was a kid, from people dumping their cats at the farm. The reasoning seems to be that farms can "always" use another barn cat. Pine Cone was a dump off at Morrow Mountain SP., where we often camp. They tell me that every year they get at least one dump off of cats and/or kittens. Pine Cone was one of the lucky ones. He's still terrified of cars, which makes Rob and I think he was tossed out of one. Poor Kid. Pam S. wondering how he's going to keep from singing when we're traveling as he "says" he's going along |
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Poor kitties! I'm so glad they've found a loving home with you, Mary.
Best wishes, -- Polonca & Soncek "MaryL" -OUT-THE-LITTER wrote in message ... Yes, I do sometimes wonder what my cats' lives were like, and also if they remember it. From what little I do know, I *hope* (in some circumstances) that they do not have a memory of "those days." snip |
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Poor kitties! I'm so glad they've found a loving home with you, Mary.
Best wishes, -- Polonca & Soncek "MaryL" -OUT-THE-LITTER wrote in message ... Yes, I do sometimes wonder what my cats' lives were like, and also if they remember it. From what little I do know, I *hope* (in some circumstances) that they do not have a memory of "those days." snip |
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Poor kitties! I'm so glad they've found a loving home with you, Mary.
Best wishes, -- Polonca & Soncek "MaryL" -OUT-THE-LITTER wrote in message ... Yes, I do sometimes wonder what my cats' lives were like, and also if they remember it. From what little I do know, I *hope* (in some circumstances) that they do not have a memory of "those days." snip |
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Shmogg was obviously a street-cat. Not quite feral (ie, wild and untamable),
but certainly street smart. I don't think he had a *bad* life out there, as he wasn't skinny and we've never had any food issues with him. The only "signs" that he was a street cat is that he's not all that affectionate and isn't a lap cat, that tends to bite & scratch if he's not getting his own way. And of course his b*st*rd c*t skills. Fluffy, though, makes me wonder. She was purchased from a pet shop the day she was due to be put down because no-one bought her. She was 12 weeks old at the time. Now, figuring that they get puppies at 8 weeks old, that meant she'd been at the pet shop, in those horrid little cages, for a month. And when we brought her home, she was very sleepy and lethargic for two days and then she turned into a bouncy, energetic, enthusiastic, perfectly normal puppy. I could only conclude that the pet shop sedated her so as to keep her quiet in that small horrid cage. As most of you know, Fluffy is a bit "special" in that she doens't seem to have alot of smarts, but is a very loving and affectionate dog. She does, howver, have serious abandonment issues (why we haven't had her spayed, we can't bear teh thougth of leaving her at the vet overnight), she's terrified of all other dogs, including the tiny little yappy things she could take out in one snap of her jaws (which is another reason why spaying doesn't seem terribly important, she is so scared of other dogs its highly unlikely she'd "stand" for a mating), and while she is very wary of all strangers, she is uttelry terrified of strange men, particularly ones with loud deep voices, and elementary-school aged children. All this speaks of an abusive past, whether that be active abuse, or just the sort of crap that happens at a bodgy pet shop where she got to spend most of the day in a boring metal cage doped out of her mind, whilst children got to prod and poke at her. And when she got taken out of the cage, she'd be loved and cuddled for a few minutes - enough for Fluffy to bond with them - they'd then walk away, never to be seen by Fluffy again. She also cowers if you raise an open palm above her head. It breaks my heart, that does,a nd we still haven't been able to train her out of that. For the record, the petshop Fluffy came from got closed down. I don't know the reasons, but I can guess... Yowie |
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Shmogg was obviously a street-cat. Not quite feral (ie, wild and untamable),
but certainly street smart. I don't think he had a *bad* life out there, as he wasn't skinny and we've never had any food issues with him. The only "signs" that he was a street cat is that he's not all that affectionate and isn't a lap cat, that tends to bite & scratch if he's not getting his own way. And of course his b*st*rd c*t skills. Fluffy, though, makes me wonder. She was purchased from a pet shop the day she was due to be put down because no-one bought her. She was 12 weeks old at the time. Now, figuring that they get puppies at 8 weeks old, that meant she'd been at the pet shop, in those horrid little cages, for a month. And when we brought her home, she was very sleepy and lethargic for two days and then she turned into a bouncy, energetic, enthusiastic, perfectly normal puppy. I could only conclude that the pet shop sedated her so as to keep her quiet in that small horrid cage. As most of you know, Fluffy is a bit "special" in that she doens't seem to have alot of smarts, but is a very loving and affectionate dog. She does, howver, have serious abandonment issues (why we haven't had her spayed, we can't bear teh thougth of leaving her at the vet overnight), she's terrified of all other dogs, including the tiny little yappy things she could take out in one snap of her jaws (which is another reason why spaying doesn't seem terribly important, she is so scared of other dogs its highly unlikely she'd "stand" for a mating), and while she is very wary of all strangers, she is uttelry terrified of strange men, particularly ones with loud deep voices, and elementary-school aged children. All this speaks of an abusive past, whether that be active abuse, or just the sort of crap that happens at a bodgy pet shop where she got to spend most of the day in a boring metal cage doped out of her mind, whilst children got to prod and poke at her. And when she got taken out of the cage, she'd be loved and cuddled for a few minutes - enough for Fluffy to bond with them - they'd then walk away, never to be seen by Fluffy again. She also cowers if you raise an open palm above her head. It breaks my heart, that does,a nd we still haven't been able to train her out of that. For the record, the petshop Fluffy came from got closed down. I don't know the reasons, but I can guess... Yowie |
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Shmogg was obviously a street-cat. Not quite feral (ie, wild and untamable),
but certainly street smart. I don't think he had a *bad* life out there, as he wasn't skinny and we've never had any food issues with him. The only "signs" that he was a street cat is that he's not all that affectionate and isn't a lap cat, that tends to bite & scratch if he's not getting his own way. And of course his b*st*rd c*t skills. Fluffy, though, makes me wonder. She was purchased from a pet shop the day she was due to be put down because no-one bought her. She was 12 weeks old at the time. Now, figuring that they get puppies at 8 weeks old, that meant she'd been at the pet shop, in those horrid little cages, for a month. And when we brought her home, she was very sleepy and lethargic for two days and then she turned into a bouncy, energetic, enthusiastic, perfectly normal puppy. I could only conclude that the pet shop sedated her so as to keep her quiet in that small horrid cage. As most of you know, Fluffy is a bit "special" in that she doens't seem to have alot of smarts, but is a very loving and affectionate dog. She does, howver, have serious abandonment issues (why we haven't had her spayed, we can't bear teh thougth of leaving her at the vet overnight), she's terrified of all other dogs, including the tiny little yappy things she could take out in one snap of her jaws (which is another reason why spaying doesn't seem terribly important, she is so scared of other dogs its highly unlikely she'd "stand" for a mating), and while she is very wary of all strangers, she is uttelry terrified of strange men, particularly ones with loud deep voices, and elementary-school aged children. All this speaks of an abusive past, whether that be active abuse, or just the sort of crap that happens at a bodgy pet shop where she got to spend most of the day in a boring metal cage doped out of her mind, whilst children got to prod and poke at her. And when she got taken out of the cage, she'd be loved and cuddled for a few minutes - enough for Fluffy to bond with them - they'd then walk away, never to be seen by Fluffy again. She also cowers if you raise an open palm above her head. It breaks my heart, that does,a nd we still haven't been able to train her out of that. For the record, the petshop Fluffy came from got closed down. I don't know the reasons, but I can guess... Yowie |
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"Ginger-lyn Summer" wrote in message
... On 27 May 2004 15:42:52 -0700, (CajunPrincess) wrote: I adopted Sabastian and Kona as adults, meaning they both have a "past". I know something about Kona's background was because he was turned into the clinic (which houses cats for adoption as well in conjunction with a rescue group) as an 11 year old by the family that had been bringing him there for years. But Sabastian, who was about 3 years old when I adopted him, was a "door dump"-he was left at the doorstep of the clinic in a carrier, something which I assume happens at most shelters. Periodically I wonder what his life was like with whoever had him initially. I wonder what name they gave him and how he was treated. Nothing in his condition or behavior really gives a clue. He was neutered but not declawed. He doesn't seem to be particularly scared of anything. He's best described as being a lovebug on his own terms-he likes being held and petted for discrete periods of time, but after some time (and those periods seem to be getting longer) he decides that he's had enough and wants to go do other things. He likes to have places of his own but he also will sleep on his back with his legs all splayed out in the middle of the floor. He definitely isn't clingy, although he likes being around me and other people even when he's had his quota of lovin' for the time being. He's not at all a "talker", in fact he rarely meows. I sometimes wonder if his sparse vocalization is a relflection of his upbringing, but it could also just be the way he is. Whatever life was like for him at his original home, he seems to have been physically well cared for and there aren't any signs of mistreatment. I know that people give away pets for all sorts of reasons and I guess it'll always be a mystery as to why his original owners didn't want him anymore. He's a healthy 12 lb long haired black domestic breed (although when he wants to be held he likes to melt in your arms like a ragdoll, he doesn't seem to have any of the other characteristics of that breed) Not an unusual looking cat but very attractive. He's by far the most athletic cat I've ever been around, but he's not really bad about jumping on things like the kitchen counter that I would prefer he not get on. He's real fastidious and always uses the litterbox. He and Kona have settled down to a roomate kind of relationship with only occasional spats, so I would tend to doubt that there was another cat that he couldn't get along with. At least his original owners had the decency to make reasonably sure he'd be taken care of even if they didn't have the gumption to bring him in to the shelter themselves. Did his original owner get married to someone who was allergic or didn't like cats? Run out of money to take proper care of him and decide not to tempt fate? Had to move away and just didn't want to bother taking him? I guess I'll never know and Sabastian isn't inclined to discuss the matter. In the end I suppose all that really matters is that we're both very happy he's here. I think your last line says it all, but I, too, wonder about mine. Internet is the only shelter adoptee, and I know he was removed from an abuse/neglect situation where he lived with other cats and dogs. He was terrified of brooms, and always ducked and closed his eyes when I tried to pet him on top of his head. Took lots of work to get him over his fears. Cosmo we think was in a household where perhaps he, or someone in it, was abused. He gets upset and meows at raised voices, and is afraid of loud music, as well as thunder. He also took awhile to understand that it was okay to get up on the furniture, so we think he wasn't allowed to wherever he was before. Sabra I think either got lost or was dumped when they found out he had asthma and couldn't/wouldn't take care of the medical problem. Trill and Merlyn I have no idea. I think they were just owned by idiots and dumped when they were no longer convenient and got old enough to spray/go into heat. Brando, the former feral, I really wonder about. I think he was owned by someone before, and I have a feeling his owner died, and no one else in the family wanted to take him in, so he was dumped and became feral. When I look at him, I can see him as a kitten, and he had to be the most adorable little thing back then! Ginger-lyn When I got Lindy at the shelter, she was about 18 months old, and had already been spayed. She was in good health. When I talk to her and say she's precious, she rolls over on her back and curls her paws. My theory is that she owned an elderly woman who either died or had to go into a rest home, and there was nobody to take her. I also suspect that her name was Precious. Of course I'll never know for sure. She was obviously loved, though. She runs and jumps up on the table or bed if I head that direction, meowing loudly for skritches. Joy |
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