Tigger, the mother of all ferals—well, the four ferals who play a part in my life anyway, is no longer capable of inflicting kittens upon me. It took months, but last night I trapped her and this morning she was spayed. And, surprisingly to me, nothing more.
I was convinced she was pregnant again given her recent weight gain and her recently turning on her kittens. I assumed she was being mean—hissing, spitting and taking whacks at them—because she saw them as a threat to the kittens was carrying. Turns out, she’s just a bitch.
The bitch is currently recovering in my extra room which I appointed with a nice blanket-covered cushion placed under a patio chair draped with another blanket so she could feel like she was hidden. Instead she has chosen to sleep under a piece of furniture where she has almost 1/2-inch headspace.
I gave her some baby food; she bit me. I figured as mad as she was she couldn’t get much madder, so I pet the cat I have never once touched. She growled at me and looked confused at that point. I’m going to call it progress.
And that, sadly, is the most interesting thing I have got to say at the moment.
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flurrious // Thursday, October 22, 2009 at 5:07 am
Victory! I’m so glad.
I’ve never had a cat who had kittens so I don’t know for sure, but I’ve heard that cats will become indifferent to their kittens after a while so that they’ll learn to survive on their own. Perhaps that tendency is more pronounced in ferals. Or possibly Tigger is just extra mean.
It’s nice that you got to pet her, the poor little thing. A neighbor’s cat used to sit on my back porch for hours on end. If we tried to let him in the house or approach him, he would go home. After about two years of that, he once let me pet him briefly, and then he retreated halfway down the steps waiting for me to go back in the house. I did, and he came back up to sit on the porch and stare at us through the screen door. Funny guy.
Jenny Robin // Friday, October 23, 2009 at 8:31 pm
She’s FERAL, of course she’s going to be mean. She’s had to be mean to survive.
Kary Gonyer // Saturday, October 24, 2009 at 5:18 pm
o.k. it’s slow here this Saturday night…so count me in on feral cat talk. Have one it has taken me over one year just to pet. That cat spit and hissed at me for A YEAR ! Even though I am out there rain, sleet, fog, dead of night..making sure she has food. I know, I know, feral and all that.But what I think really happened…… I am sure she was tortured and abused by my roller derby queen neighbor’s 2 year old daughter. They moved to L.A. (thank god) left the cat behind and now she is mine. In addition to that I have currently added 2 more to the roster. A black guy I call Mumbie..short for the black mumbler..and another one who’s owner I noticed has been gone for DAYS AND DAYS. I guess he never thought about having someone come by and feed HIS CAT. Asshole.
Is Friskies on the N.Y.Stock Exchange?
Kary Gonyer // Saturday, October 24, 2009 at 5:24 pm
Oh, wait a minute…did I forget to mention that I have 2 indoor cats of my own? Whiskey Sour and Dandelion are their names…
Now, where is my stock brokers number …Oh, that’s right.I don’t have a stock broker.
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