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Post by willowgirl on Dec 23, 2018 23:42:14 GMT
When I moved in with Numb, he had one housecat, Spot. The first spring I lived here, a beautiful long-haired kitten was born to one of the barncats, and I clamored to bring her inside. Numb, being a soft touch, agreed. So then we had Spot and Buttons ...
Fast forward a year and another of the barncats gave us a longhaired calico kitten (to this day, one of the prettiest cats I've ever seen). We couldn't take a chance that she would be kidnapped or hit on the road, so we eventually brought Juliet inside, too. We didn't know at the time that she was already pregnant, and a couple months later, she had Max and Derp, which brought the housecat tally to 5. Our spirits had already been broken by this point, so when Pantherene and Juliet's sister Dominique ("Neeky") strolled in and decided to stay, we let them.
So for the past four years, we've had 7 housecats. Recently, Juliet and Neeky's mom, our barncat Judith, got in a fight with something bigger and badder than herself, and came home with a nasty wound. We shot her up with Pen-G and have been keeping her on the porch to recuperate. When she started feeling better, she began crying to come in the house, and Numb (being a soft touch) obliged. So now she goes in, and out, and in, and out, a dozen times a day, prancing around like she owns the place.
I know what's coming.
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Post by mzgarden on Dec 24, 2018 12:00:23 GMT
This made me smile. Whether you love cats (or cows) or not, the heart that is open to keeping animals safe and loved is a heart worthy of praise. I hope one thing that's coming is more pictures.  |
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Post by comfortablynumb on Dec 24, 2018 16:53:46 GMT
Granny is a mean drunk... she found the catnip bag and got tanked, then proceeded to walk around picking fights with the other cats.
I think shes itching to get back to the outdoors.
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Post by willowgirl on Dec 24, 2018 19:38:37 GMT
Well, Judith liberated herself today! She was waiting just inside the door when I brought the pup in from his 47th trip outdoors, and shot out as soon as I turned the knob. While I was chasing her across the yard in my bedroom slippers, I stepped in dog poop, which gave her just enough time to duck under the fence and then scramble under Mom's house next door (which is where she usually hangs out). It was not my finest moment.  Numb is probably still laughing ... |
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Post by willowgirl on Dec 24, 2018 19:58:24 GMT
Oh, I should add that I burned the batch of Christmas cookies I had in the oven as a result of this debacle ...  |
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Post by comfortablynumb on Dec 24, 2018 22:18:02 GMT
When I came home 30 min later, someone followed me into the house. It would seem there is no toasty heat lamps or bowls of food under my moms house.
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Post by LauraD on Dec 26, 2018 14:20:25 GMT
Sounds like Judith is related to one of my former cats. She was a feral cat that I TNR'd (trap-neuter-release) and fed twice daily. She came to accept me and let me pet her some. One day when she came to the door for dinner she was dripping blood from her face. I nabbed her and had the vet come out pronto. She'd had a fight with something, and had teeth marks in her face and a cut that went through the skin - you could see her cheek muscle through it.
Vet knocked her out, cleaned her up, gave her a shot for pain, and gave me some antibiotic pills for her. We kept her in a bedroom until the pills were all gone. I chose to keep her in the house after that - much to my husband's dismay - but she seemed content (yes, I had her tested for Feleuk & FIV first). After several months my hubby bet me that, given the option, she would choose to go back to living outside. I took him up on his bet: I opened the front door one evening and she went out. I kept the door open for around 15 minutes. Sure enough, she came back into the house during that time. I never offered to let her out again, and she never asked.
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Post by comfortablynumb on Dec 28, 2018 0:12:18 GMT
This one seems to have had an abscess from a bite on her neck, when it broke it left a hole the size of a half dollar coin and an open pocket under the skin about the same size plus a smaller one under he neck.
She healed up remarkably well, in about 10-12 days its closed up. I packed her with sugardine and there was never a trace of infection. Great stuff.
Good for her she's a very cooperative cat. She let me do that daily with no fuss at all. I didn't have much hope for a wound that big, but it shrank and healed perfectly.
Shes back into the outdoors, sittin on my moms porch, running around all night hunting and chasing stuff. She has lost her desire to come back in.
She does, now and then just to quickly look around and run right back out.
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