feral cat rescue

It’s been a busy 24 hours. Last night I trapped Gracie, here (a pregnant feral living in our parkinglot at work), along with her baby daddy, George. This morning I wisked George off to the vet to get neutered, while Gracie rested and ate and drank.

This afternoon she and George traveled to their new home (a coworker who lives out in the country and cares for several neutered ferals), and not an hour after we got them settled, she started having her kittens.

Talk about going down to the wire! I am so thankful we got this little family out of that parkinglot!

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Meet George and Gracie! These two ferals have been frequenting our parkinglot at work, where my team and I have been feeding them. Slowly they’ve been getting used to us and last night after work I successfully trapped them!

We’ve had a growing racoon problem (partly due to our leaving food out for the cats) and the store manager is threatening to call a nuisance wildlife resource. Not what we wanted for these two sweet natured ferals, and Gracie also happens to be pregnant.

They spent the night in my garage and George is currently at the vet being neutered. One of my coworkers has agreed to take them (she supports a small feral colony), so they will soon be in a much safer place than that parkinglot.

sooooo uh….that kitten from last night? me and @valiantprincess caught it and now it’s just chilling in the dog carrier i borrowed from them, very scared in my apartment :/

we’ve been reaching out all over to see who can take it and foster it and socialize the lil feral guy….all the local feral cat rescues i’ve called are full-up and too overwhelmed to take him. we’ve got some feelers out, though so fingers crossed. unfortunately i can’t socialize him or keep him (who knows wtf gender this cat is since i can’t get near it but for some reason he seems like a lil boyo) 

poor lil friend is in the carrier and i managed to get food, water, and some litter and a towel in there, so hopefully that’ll be enough for right now. i’m just trying to talk to him and be near him without staring into the carrier to freak it out. but i won’t be able to do the whole, grab and hold and purrito it until it loves me which is apparently what you do to socialize the kitties….

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My cat, MaoMao is an older rescue cat who started out life as a very young, feral Mum to two kittens. When she was taken in she was deemed too feral to be homed with humans and so was placed into a barn, with an outdoor run to enjoy her days with other rounded up feral cats.

As many as five or six years later it was noticed that she couldn’t walk without severe pain and was diagnosed with advance stage pillow paw. She had surgery to fix her paws and during her isolation her handler realised two things: Her life in the feral-barn was not a good life for her (she didn’t get on with other cats and was extremely timid and undernourished). The second thing was that she actually did seem to like her human handler’s company (and belly rubs!), even if she was very afraid, flighty and slow to trust.

The next stage of her rehab she was homed with my friends who foster cats that may need some time getting used to humans or being taught how to love. { mandytsung & choplogik }. They looked after her for many months, and taught her what a loving home could be. She slowly progressed from hiding behind furniture and art canvases to learning to play and be petted and being social. All along she was the sweetest cat you could imagine. Still, she clearly had some issues, most of which seemed to revolve around her fear of humans.

Her paws healed, but pillow paw is a chronic auto-immune condition. Due to her health and the fact that she was so timid and afraid of new people, it didn’t look too likely that she would find a permanent home.

I met her while house sitting a couple of times and feeding her while my friends took trips for work. We clicked almost instantly, and we fast became tentative pals.

Cleverly, one time, my friends had me look after her for a week in my own home, while they went away. It was just one day into this week that it was clear she had Arrived to her forever home and she was never going to leave.

Now don’t get me wrong, that photo up there is not representative of the entire year we’ve lived together. It took a lot of hard work from us both to learn to trust and love each other.

We’ve come so far, and it has been the most rewarding and beautiful friendship I’ve had with an animal. She’s learned everything from hand gestures, to words and signs of affection. Each one I had to teach her with repetition, patience and respect for her wild tendencies.

She now talks and communicates with me in every way imaginable. She {mostly} listens to me and she definitely understands me. We have the utmost respect for each other. As a result, we are now so close that we can rub our heads into each other, we can spoon and we can sleep next to each other all night long. She comes when I call her and she’s learned to tell me in tender ways when something crosses a line. Earning the love, respect and trust of an animal that many would have passed over is truly something.

She is the smartest, sweetest cat I have ever known and I am so happy to love her and spoil her and provide her with her dream home.

She’s probably about 9 years old now. I hope we get to be pals for a long time.

Sammy’s becoming quite a character. Last night I heard all this mewing going on while I was watching TV. All of a sudden Sammy comes racing at full speed into the room and slides to a stop at my feet with his ball in his mouth. He puts the ball down and sits and stares at me. While he does not get the idea of catch, he sure has figured out how to say “play with me”.

This morning I gave them all 7 a bit of cat nip and then picked up the least used toys and sealed them in the catnip ziplock bag and put it in it’s drawer in wrought iron/wicker side table with 5 drawers. The drawers have a little cut out you can use as pull but it’s open to the contents. A few hours later, while I’m doing laundry, I hear odd noises from the porch. I find Sammy stretched to his max height, paw in the hole of the top drawer, trying to rip the catnip bag open. So he demonstrating long term memory…he will be a smarty pants!

We lost Schmutz this week along with Ginger. Schmutz moved in about 2 years ago. He was neutered, bedraggled, had a broken toe, allergies, an eye infection, mange, and an open sore. He became a permanent resident and got better. He needed regular eye treatment, which my husband a retire optician, happily provided every day. Schmutz disappeared about 2 weeks ago, not unusual in the spring, he did the same last year. We called and searched to no avail. Wednesday night we found his remains. Rest In Peace my sweet boy. 💔