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Magic Mood Jeep© wrote:
DH & I did some major grocery (and other supply) shopping this morning. As soon as we got all perishables put away in the fridge/freezer, we heard this terrible cat yeowling. Looked for our Seven - Only one missing was Weeble - he was in the closet, and wanted out. All kitties accounted for. More yeowling. We think MamaKat! Is she hurt, in a fight....? We exit the house, and part, each going a different way, in order to circle the house quicker. Nothing - not even a wascally wabbit or screwy skwerl. Check the road near the house for an injured critter - nada. Go back inside and get ready to do the tile on the enclosed back porch (it did have this gawd-awful 60's psychedelic green floral disgustingly cheap carpet down, that I've hated since we moved in 10 years ago - we finally pulled it up last weekend to find that A} the padding had disintegrated into a fine Martian powder and B} there was equally disgusting green & white LINOLEUM tile underneath that! We removed that too, got down to the bare cement). More yeowling followed. We think: Basement???? Something came in through the d*ggie-door!!! Grab a broom & a flashlight (torch for you over to the east of the pond) and go down to the dimly lit basement. Yeowl.... yeowl.... yeowl... DH heads for the farthest away from the stairs, but my ears have already tuned in & I head to the left. From behind the furnace comes a Siamese kitty - tan with very dark brown (almost black) ears, feet & tail. Wearing a collar - a chintzy flea collar (and not the breakaway kind) - that's too tight. Not very old (about a year), and kinda thin. DH doesn't want me to carry it (actually an intact him), but I have a hold of it, I take flashlight with one hand, and he reaches for cat, I then take the broom & he scoops up kitty. He's skittish, but not fighting us either. I lead DH up the stairs, sweeping dog away from him & kitty, then sweeping seven cats away, to the enclosed front porch. I go get a dish of food (the cheap stuff we feed the strays) and a dish of water. There's still an old litterbox up front (was Weeble & FF's first *real* litterbox), so I go put some in it and bring it back. By this time, DH has cut the too-tight collar off the kitty, and has started calling him "Ping" - not sure if that's his name, but he seems to respond to it. Of course, he's Siamese, so he responds to ANY vocalization he thinks is made to him with more of his yeowling. We have a spare dose of Frontline Plus, so he gets that on him - takes it without any struggle. By this time I'm able to take a breath and watch him for a minute - he's chowing down on the food (dry with a couple pouches of moist on top) and yeowling at the same time... it's a funny sound, like he's drowning. So, I have posted on the local Humane Society's website about him (we took a few quick pics), and have made up a flier to post around nearby & also at the Humane Society and probably at a couple of vet's offices nearby. Purrs please that we find his slaves... but I'm sorta hoping we don't, for if they let him loose with a too-tight collar, or just let him go long enough for the collar to get that tight, maybe it's best that he stays here? That would make our count an even eight. How long does one wait for his slaves to claim??? He needs to be vetted, and since he's not neutered.... do we have him neutered anyway??? What if the 'owners' try to sue because we had him neutered - do they have any claim???? Any info on this would be greatly helpful. BTW - piccies posted on alt.binaries.pictures.animals. Wah, they didn't show up on my server. Anyway, purrs for Ping. I suspect you have a new addition to your household. When Frank had been AWOL for five weeks, he talked a lot, and tried to eat while he talked, or talk while he ate. I remember that drowning sound. ;o) -- Marina, Frank and Nikki marina (dot) kurten (at) pp (dot) inet (dot) fi Pics at http://uk.pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/frankiennikki/ and http://community.webshots.com/user/frankiennikki |
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Magic Mood Jeep© wrote:
DH & I did some major grocery (and other supply) shopping this morning. As soon as we got all perishables put away in the fridge/freezer, we heard this terrible cat yeowling. Looked for our Seven - Only one missing was Weeble - he was in the closet, and wanted out. All kitties accounted for. More yeowling. We think MamaKat! Is she hurt, in a fight....? We exit the house, and part, each going a different way, in order to circle the house quicker. Nothing - not even a wascally wabbit or screwy skwerl. Check the road near the house for an injured critter - nada. Go back inside and get ready to do the tile on the enclosed back porch (it did have this gawd-awful 60's psychedelic green floral disgustingly cheap carpet down, that I've hated since we moved in 10 years ago - we finally pulled it up last weekend to find that A} the padding had disintegrated into a fine Martian powder and B} there was equally disgusting green & white LINOLEUM tile underneath that! We removed that too, got down to the bare cement). More yeowling followed. We think: Basement???? Something came in through the d*ggie-door!!! Grab a broom & a flashlight (torch for you over to the east of the pond) and go down to the dimly lit basement. Yeowl.... yeowl.... yeowl... DH heads for the farthest away from the stairs, but my ears have already tuned in & I head to the left. From behind the furnace comes a Siamese kitty - tan with very dark brown (almost black) ears, feet & tail. Wearing a collar - a chintzy flea collar (and not the breakaway kind) - that's too tight. Not very old (about a year), and kinda thin. DH doesn't want me to carry it (actually an intact him), but I have a hold of it, I take flashlight with one hand, and he reaches for cat, I then take the broom & he scoops up kitty. He's skittish, but not fighting us either. I lead DH up the stairs, sweeping dog away from him & kitty, then sweeping seven cats away, to the enclosed front porch. I go get a dish of food (the cheap stuff we feed the strays) and a dish of water. There's still an old litterbox up front (was Weeble & FF's first *real* litterbox), so I go put some in it and bring it back. By this time, DH has cut the too-tight collar off the kitty, and has started calling him "Ping" - not sure if that's his name, but he seems to respond to it. Of course, he's Siamese, so he responds to ANY vocalization he thinks is made to him with more of his yeowling. We have a spare dose of Frontline Plus, so he gets that on him - takes it without any struggle. By this time I'm able to take a breath and watch him for a minute - he's chowing down on the food (dry with a couple pouches of moist on top) and yeowling at the same time... it's a funny sound, like he's drowning. So, I have posted on the local Humane Society's website about him (we took a few quick pics), and have made up a flier to post around nearby & also at the Humane Society and probably at a couple of vet's offices nearby. Purrs please that we find his slaves... but I'm sorta hoping we don't, for if they let him loose with a too-tight collar, or just let him go long enough for the collar to get that tight, maybe it's best that he stays here? That would make our count an even eight. How long does one wait for his slaves to claim??? He needs to be vetted, and since he's not neutered.... do we have him neutered anyway??? What if the 'owners' try to sue because we had him neutered - do they have any claim???? Any info on this would be greatly helpful. BTW - piccies posted on alt.binaries.pictures.animals. Wah, they didn't show up on my server. Anyway, purrs for Ping. I suspect you have a new addition to your household. When Frank had been AWOL for five weeks, he talked a lot, and tried to eat while he talked, or talk while he ate. I remember that drowning sound. ;o) -- Marina, Frank and Nikki marina (dot) kurten (at) pp (dot) inet (dot) fi Pics at http://uk.pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/frankiennikki/ and http://community.webshots.com/user/frankiennikki |
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Magic Mood Jeep© wrote:
DH & I did some major grocery (and other supply) shopping this morning. As soon as we got all perishables put away in the fridge/freezer, we heard this terrible cat yeowling. Looked for our Seven - Only one missing was Weeble - he was in the closet, and wanted out. All kitties accounted for. More yeowling. We think MamaKat! Is she hurt, in a fight....? We exit the house, and part, each going a different way, in order to circle the house quicker. Nothing - not even a wascally wabbit or screwy skwerl. Check the road near the house for an injured critter - nada. Go back inside and get ready to do the tile on the enclosed back porch (it did have this gawd-awful 60's psychedelic green floral disgustingly cheap carpet down, that I've hated since we moved in 10 years ago - we finally pulled it up last weekend to find that A} the padding had disintegrated into a fine Martian powder and B} there was equally disgusting green & white LINOLEUM tile underneath that! We removed that too, got down to the bare cement). More yeowling followed. We think: Basement???? Something came in through the d*ggie-door!!! Grab a broom & a flashlight (torch for you over to the east of the pond) and go down to the dimly lit basement. Yeowl.... yeowl.... yeowl... DH heads for the farthest away from the stairs, but my ears have already tuned in & I head to the left. From behind the furnace comes a Siamese kitty - tan with very dark brown (almost black) ears, feet & tail. Wearing a collar - a chintzy flea collar (and not the breakaway kind) - that's too tight. Not very old (about a year), and kinda thin. DH doesn't want me to carry it (actually an intact him), but I have a hold of it, I take flashlight with one hand, and he reaches for cat, I then take the broom & he scoops up kitty. He's skittish, but not fighting us either. I lead DH up the stairs, sweeping dog away from him & kitty, then sweeping seven cats away, to the enclosed front porch. I go get a dish of food (the cheap stuff we feed the strays) and a dish of water. There's still an old litterbox up front (was Weeble & FF's first *real* litterbox), so I go put some in it and bring it back. By this time, DH has cut the too-tight collar off the kitty, and has started calling him "Ping" - not sure if that's his name, but he seems to respond to it. Of course, he's Siamese, so he responds to ANY vocalization he thinks is made to him with more of his yeowling. We have a spare dose of Frontline Plus, so he gets that on him - takes it without any struggle. By this time I'm able to take a breath and watch him for a minute - he's chowing down on the food (dry with a couple pouches of moist on top) and yeowling at the same time... it's a funny sound, like he's drowning. So, I have posted on the local Humane Society's website about him (we took a few quick pics), and have made up a flier to post around nearby & also at the Humane Society and probably at a couple of vet's offices nearby. Purrs please that we find his slaves... but I'm sorta hoping we don't, for if they let him loose with a too-tight collar, or just let him go long enough for the collar to get that tight, maybe it's best that he stays here? That would make our count an even eight. How long does one wait for his slaves to claim??? He needs to be vetted, and since he's not neutered.... do we have him neutered anyway??? What if the 'owners' try to sue because we had him neutered - do they have any claim???? Any info on this would be greatly helpful. BTW - piccies posted on alt.binaries.pictures.animals. Wah, they didn't show up on my server. Anyway, purrs for Ping. I suspect you have a new addition to your household. When Frank had been AWOL for five weeks, he talked a lot, and tried to eat while he talked, or talk while he ate. I remember that drowning sound. ;o) -- Marina, Frank and Nikki marina (dot) kurten (at) pp (dot) inet (dot) fi Pics at http://uk.pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/frankiennikki/ and http://community.webshots.com/user/frankiennikki |
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Hoping everything turns out okay for Ping.
Cheers, helen s --This is an invalid email address to avoid spam-- to get correct one remove fame & fortune **$om $ --Due to financial crisis the light at the end of the tunnel is switched off-- |
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Hoping everything turns out okay for Ping.
Cheers, helen s --This is an invalid email address to avoid spam-- to get correct one remove fame & fortune **$om $ --Due to financial crisis the light at the end of the tunnel is switched off-- |
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Hoping everything turns out okay for Ping.
Cheers, helen s --This is an invalid email address to avoid spam-- to get correct one remove fame & fortune **$om $ --Due to financial crisis the light at the end of the tunnel is switched off-- |
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Magic Mood Jeep© wrote:
DH & I did some major grocery (and other supply) shopping this morning. As soon as we got all perishables put away in the fridge/freezer, we heard this terrible cat yeowling. Looked for our Seven - Only one missing was Weeble - he was in the closet, and wanted out. He likes to hide in there from the kittens, doesn't he? G More yeowling followed. We think: Basement???? Something came in through the d*ggie-door!!! Grab a broom & a flashlight (torch for you over to the east of the pond) and go down to the dimly lit basement. Yeowl.... yeowl.... yeowl... DH heads for the farthest away from the stairs, but my ears have already tuned in & I head to the left. From behind the furnace comes a Siamese kitty - tan with very dark brown (almost black) ears, feet & tail. Wearing a collar - a chintzy flea collar (and not the breakaway kind) - that's too tight. Not very old (about a year), and kinda thin. DH doesn't want me to carry it (actually an intact him), but I have a hold of it, I take flashlight with one hand, and he reaches for cat, I then take the broom & he scoops up kitty. He's skittish, but not fighting us either. I lead DH up the stairs, sweeping dog away from him & kitty, then sweeping seven cats away, to the enclosed front porch. I go get a dish of food (the cheap stuff we feed the strays) and a dish of water. There's still an old litterbox up front (was Weeble & FF's first *real* litterbox), so I go put some in it and bring it back. By this time, DH has cut the too-tight collar off the kitty, and has started calling him "Ping" - not sure if that's his name, but he seems to respond to it. Of course, he's Siamese, so he responds to ANY vocalization he thinks is made to him with more of his yeowling. We have a spare dose of Frontline Plus, so he gets that on him - takes it without any struggle. By this time I'm able to take a breath and watch him for a minute - he's chowing down on the food (dry with a couple pouches of moist on top) and yeowling at the same time... it's a funny sound, like he's drowning. He's saying "thank you" with his mouth full! So, I have posted on the local Humane Society's website about him (we took a few quick pics), and have made up a flier to post around nearby & also at the Humane Society and probably at a couple of vet's offices nearby. Purrs please that we find his slaves... but I'm sorta hoping we don't, for if they let him loose with a too-tight collar, or just let him go long enough for the collar to get that tight, maybe it's best that he stays here? That would make our count an even eight. How long does one wait for his slaves to claim??? Only took me a couple of days. After posting fliers, calling area shelters and vets, Persia became mine. He needs to be vetted, and since he's not neutered.... do we have him neutered anyway??? What if the 'owners' try to sue because we had him neutered - do they have any claim???? Don't know for sure but I'd say probably not. Any info on this would be greatly helpful. BTW - piccies posted on alt.binaries.pictures.animals. Cute! Jill |
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Magic Mood Jeep© wrote:
DH & I did some major grocery (and other supply) shopping this morning. As soon as we got all perishables put away in the fridge/freezer, we heard this terrible cat yeowling. Looked for our Seven - Only one missing was Weeble - he was in the closet, and wanted out. He likes to hide in there from the kittens, doesn't he? G More yeowling followed. We think: Basement???? Something came in through the d*ggie-door!!! Grab a broom & a flashlight (torch for you over to the east of the pond) and go down to the dimly lit basement. Yeowl.... yeowl.... yeowl... DH heads for the farthest away from the stairs, but my ears have already tuned in & I head to the left. From behind the furnace comes a Siamese kitty - tan with very dark brown (almost black) ears, feet & tail. Wearing a collar - a chintzy flea collar (and not the breakaway kind) - that's too tight. Not very old (about a year), and kinda thin. DH doesn't want me to carry it (actually an intact him), but I have a hold of it, I take flashlight with one hand, and he reaches for cat, I then take the broom & he scoops up kitty. He's skittish, but not fighting us either. I lead DH up the stairs, sweeping dog away from him & kitty, then sweeping seven cats away, to the enclosed front porch. I go get a dish of food (the cheap stuff we feed the strays) and a dish of water. There's still an old litterbox up front (was Weeble & FF's first *real* litterbox), so I go put some in it and bring it back. By this time, DH has cut the too-tight collar off the kitty, and has started calling him "Ping" - not sure if that's his name, but he seems to respond to it. Of course, he's Siamese, so he responds to ANY vocalization he thinks is made to him with more of his yeowling. We have a spare dose of Frontline Plus, so he gets that on him - takes it without any struggle. By this time I'm able to take a breath and watch him for a minute - he's chowing down on the food (dry with a couple pouches of moist on top) and yeowling at the same time... it's a funny sound, like he's drowning. He's saying "thank you" with his mouth full! So, I have posted on the local Humane Society's website about him (we took a few quick pics), and have made up a flier to post around nearby & also at the Humane Society and probably at a couple of vet's offices nearby. Purrs please that we find his slaves... but I'm sorta hoping we don't, for if they let him loose with a too-tight collar, or just let him go long enough for the collar to get that tight, maybe it's best that he stays here? That would make our count an even eight. How long does one wait for his slaves to claim??? Only took me a couple of days. After posting fliers, calling area shelters and vets, Persia became mine. He needs to be vetted, and since he's not neutered.... do we have him neutered anyway??? What if the 'owners' try to sue because we had him neutered - do they have any claim???? Don't know for sure but I'd say probably not. Any info on this would be greatly helpful. BTW - piccies posted on alt.binaries.pictures.animals. Cute! Jill |
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Magic Mood Jeep© wrote:
DH & I did some major grocery (and other supply) shopping this morning. As soon as we got all perishables put away in the fridge/freezer, we heard this terrible cat yeowling. Looked for our Seven - Only one missing was Weeble - he was in the closet, and wanted out. He likes to hide in there from the kittens, doesn't he? G More yeowling followed. We think: Basement???? Something came in through the d*ggie-door!!! Grab a broom & a flashlight (torch for you over to the east of the pond) and go down to the dimly lit basement. Yeowl.... yeowl.... yeowl... DH heads for the farthest away from the stairs, but my ears have already tuned in & I head to the left. From behind the furnace comes a Siamese kitty - tan with very dark brown (almost black) ears, feet & tail. Wearing a collar - a chintzy flea collar (and not the breakaway kind) - that's too tight. Not very old (about a year), and kinda thin. DH doesn't want me to carry it (actually an intact him), but I have a hold of it, I take flashlight with one hand, and he reaches for cat, I then take the broom & he scoops up kitty. He's skittish, but not fighting us either. I lead DH up the stairs, sweeping dog away from him & kitty, then sweeping seven cats away, to the enclosed front porch. I go get a dish of food (the cheap stuff we feed the strays) and a dish of water. There's still an old litterbox up front (was Weeble & FF's first *real* litterbox), so I go put some in it and bring it back. By this time, DH has cut the too-tight collar off the kitty, and has started calling him "Ping" - not sure if that's his name, but he seems to respond to it. Of course, he's Siamese, so he responds to ANY vocalization he thinks is made to him with more of his yeowling. We have a spare dose of Frontline Plus, so he gets that on him - takes it without any struggle. By this time I'm able to take a breath and watch him for a minute - he's chowing down on the food (dry with a couple pouches of moist on top) and yeowling at the same time... it's a funny sound, like he's drowning. He's saying "thank you" with his mouth full! So, I have posted on the local Humane Society's website about him (we took a few quick pics), and have made up a flier to post around nearby & also at the Humane Society and probably at a couple of vet's offices nearby. Purrs please that we find his slaves... but I'm sorta hoping we don't, for if they let him loose with a too-tight collar, or just let him go long enough for the collar to get that tight, maybe it's best that he stays here? That would make our count an even eight. How long does one wait for his slaves to claim??? Only took me a couple of days. After posting fliers, calling area shelters and vets, Persia became mine. He needs to be vetted, and since he's not neutered.... do we have him neutered anyway??? What if the 'owners' try to sue because we had him neutered - do they have any claim???? Don't know for sure but I'd say probably not. Any info on this would be greatly helpful. BTW - piccies posted on alt.binaries.pictures.animals. Cute! Jill |
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Maybe he's been lost for some time and still has owners who miss him and
would love to have him back, they may have made a lot of effort to find him. One thing I would suggest is, ask your vet to scan him for a microchip. Purrs that things work out and Ping has a happy life wherever he lives. -- Adrian (Owned by Snoopy & Bagheera) A house is not a home, without a cat. |
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