Cats and Kittens
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Fabulous photo!
shadowplay
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*strokes* I'll get you next time, Gadget! Next time!
Zardnaar
Deity
8:20 am.
I run out onto balcony for pats.
Then when my humans sit down I run to door for them to open it. Then I run away for more pats.
Wash rinse repeat until humans get sick of game.
I run out onto balcony for pats.
Then when my humans sit down I run to door for them to open it. Then I run away for more pats.
Wash rinse repeat until humans get sick of game.
omg poor kittie
An update!
Derpy had a feeding tube installed through her neck and was in ICU for 3 days before being released to us. She was going to need to be fed via the tube until she started eating on her own again. It was a steep learning curve and she returned to the hospital twice over the next 4 days. But we got the hang of it, Derpy helping us learn. Honest to god, it was a conversation where we explained what she needed, and she explained her tolerances. For the first week, one of us was awake at all times and she required up to 12 hours of care per day.
We knew pretty quick she was getting better, though. A few nights in, she had enough energy to leave the closet, jump up on the bed, and snuggle with each of us. After a few minutes, she gave us each a head bonk to the face, and then went back to the closet to rest. I might be anthropomorphizing, but I really think she understood what was going on, and she was saying thank you / I love you to us. She started eating small amounts on her own by day 10, and by the end of the month she was independent of the tube. On Wednesday, after 8 days of her eating on her own, her feeding tube was removed! She's mostly back to herself, but there's still a hole in her neck that's healing, so she still has to wear the collar. She doesn't like the collar.
I haven't completely relaxed. She's not completely out of the woods. She needs a follow up procedure, but it's not an emergency. The vet is aiming to have it done in April. Until then, we're gonna keep watching her closely. I'm anxious, yes, but the kinda anxiety that keeps you alert. We're optimistic.
Of course she was thanking you! Kitties aren't stupid.
Zardnaar
Deity
Perhaps that thickness resides with you, grasshopper!
Zardnaar
Deity
Dun dun dun.
Ridic. I think he's happy. Not sure.
Ridic. I think he's happy. Not sure.
As promised in the recently-necro'd pets thread, I have a new cat story.
Not that I have a new cat. But it was a close call, as I couldn't just leave this large, cuddly orange cat outside my door on Monday.
Mondays are housekeeping/organization days, with the aid of a helper from the seniors' centre. She found a shopping cart (this building is so large that we use shopping carts to tote groceries, garbage, and lots of other stuff around) and put it outside the door, ready for the garbage that would be taken to the dumpster... and next thing I knew, she's telling me there's an orange cat under the cart, and do I know who it belongs to.
Well, the guy across from me doesn't have a cat as far as I know. The young women on one side have a white cat, and I do not want to know about the people on the other side (between all the very loud coughing and other sounds, I'm hoping next door isn't a covid case).
Since there are 19 other suites on this floor, I told my helper that I wasn't about to go knocking on all of them - not that everyone's opening their doors anyway these days. I was about to post a sign at the elevator, asking if anyone lost an orange cat and if so, would they come to pick him up at #____... By this time the orange cat was visibly curious about my apartment and was intent on coming in to check it out, and Maddy's reaction was, "NO WAY IN EFFING HELL ARE YOU COMING IN HERE, THIS IS MY TURF, THIS IS MY HUMAN, GTFO!!!!"
Of course she said all this in cat, mostly hissing, but also very hostile vocalizations (I am somewhat fluent in cat, so this is pretty much an accurate translation 
).
My helper spotted another up-the-hall neighbor returning from work (actually, he was the first to welcome me to the floor when I moved in last October) and he said the cat likely came from one of three or four apartments in another wing, so we shut Maddy in her carrier (for the orange cat's protection), and went in search of anyone missing a cat.
Turns out that the lady who owns him has two other orange cats. This one's name is Rusty, and she adopted him from someone who used to live in this part of the building. The cat was just taking a wander over here in case he might find his former human...
Anyway, Rusty is a very friendly cat, and when his human was trying to get him to follow her home, he kept looking back at me ("but I like her, too, and she's got a girl cat...").
Rusty isn't neutered.
Maddy's spayed, and the only two male cats she ever tolerated were Gussy and my dad's cat, Sammy.
He's a very nice cat, though, and under different circumstances I wouldn't mind taking him in, or at least cat-sitting.
Not that I have a new cat. But it was a close call, as I couldn't just leave this large, cuddly orange cat outside my door on Monday.
Mondays are housekeeping/organization days, with the aid of a helper from the seniors' centre. She found a shopping cart (this building is so large that we use shopping carts to tote groceries, garbage, and lots of other stuff around) and put it outside the door, ready for the garbage that would be taken to the dumpster... and next thing I knew, she's telling me there's an orange cat under the cart, and do I know who it belongs to.
Well, the guy across from me doesn't have a cat as far as I know. The young women on one side have a white cat, and I do not want to know about the people on the other side (between all the very loud coughing and other sounds, I'm hoping next door isn't a covid case).
Since there are 19 other suites on this floor, I told my helper that I wasn't about to go knocking on all of them - not that everyone's opening their doors anyway these days. I was about to post a sign at the elevator, asking if anyone lost an orange cat and if so, would they come to pick him up at #____... By this time the orange cat was visibly curious about my apartment and was intent on coming in to check it out, and Maddy's reaction was, "NO WAY IN EFFING HELL ARE YOU COMING IN HERE, THIS IS MY TURF, THIS IS MY HUMAN, GTFO!!!!"
Of course she said all this in cat, mostly hissing, but also very hostile vocalizations (I am somewhat fluent in cat, so this is pretty much an accurate translation ).My helper spotted another up-the-hall neighbor returning from work (actually, he was the first to welcome me to the floor when I moved in last October) and he said the cat likely came from one of three or four apartments in another wing, so we shut Maddy in her carrier (for the orange cat's protection), and went in search of anyone missing a cat.
Turns out that the lady who owns him has two other orange cats. This one's name is Rusty, and she adopted him from someone who used to live in this part of the building. The cat was just taking a wander over here in case he might find his former human...
Anyway, Rusty is a very friendly cat, and when his human was trying to get him to follow her home, he kept looking back at me ("but I like her, too, and she's got a girl cat...").
Rusty isn't neutered.
Maddy's spayed, and the only two male cats she ever tolerated were Gussy and my dad's cat, Sammy.
He's a very nice cat, though, and under different circumstances I wouldn't mind taking him in, or at least cat-sitting.
Zardnaar
Deity
As promised in the recently-necro'd pets thread, I have a new cat story.
Not that I have a new cat. But it was a close call, as I couldn't just leave this large, cuddly orange cat outside my door on Monday.
Mondays are housekeeping/organization days, with the aid of a helper from the seniors' centre. She found a shopping cart (this building is so large that we use shopping carts to tote groceries, garbage, and lots of other stuff around) and put it outside the door, ready for the garbage that would be taken to the dumpster... and next thing I knew, she's telling me there's an orange cat under the cart, and do I know who it belongs to.
Well, the guy across from me doesn't have a cat as far as I know. The young women on one side have a white cat, and I do not want to know about the people on the other side (between all the very loud coughing and other sounds, I'm hoping next door isn't a covid case).
Since there are 19 other suites on this floor, I told my helper that I wasn't about to go knocking on all of them - not that everyone's opening their doors anyway these days. I was about to post a sign at the elevator, asking if anyone lost an orange cat and if so, would they come to pick him up at #____... By this time the orange cat was visibly curious about my apartment and was intent on coming in to check it out, and Maddy's reaction was, "NO WAY IN EFFING HELL ARE YOU COMING IN HERE, THIS IS MY TURF, THIS IS MY HUMAN, GTFO!!!!"
My helper spotted another up-the-hall neighbor returning from work (actually, he was the first to welcome me to the floor when I moved in last October) and he said the cat likely came from one of three or four apartments in another wing, so we shut Maddy in her carrier (for the orange cat's protection), and went in search of anyone missing a cat.
Turns out that the lady who owns him has two other orange cats. This one's name is Rusty, and she adopted him from someone who used to live in this part of the building. The cat was just taking a wander over here in case he might find his former human...
Anyway, Rusty is a very friendly cat, and when his human was trying to get him to follow her home, he kept looking back at me ("but I like her, too, and she's got a girl cat..."). View attachment 586684
Rusty isn't neutered.
Maddy's spayed, and the only two male cats she ever tolerated were Gussy and my dad's cat, Sammy.
He's a very nice cat, though, and under different circumstances I wouldn't mind taking him in, or at least cat-sitting.
Happy story. My sister ended up adopting neighbor cat and so did my father in law.
Both are big smooches but they basically picked their owners.
Neighbors agreed to the adoptions, one of them cat sits.
@Valka D'Ur pics or it didn't happen....
onejayhawk
Afflicted with reason
Sorry, but I'm not going back to ask the lady to borrow her cat, get a shopping cart and garbage bags, and restage this. And Maddy wouldn't be happy, either. She really does get stressed when strange cats come around (I should have adopted another cat right away after Chloe died, but both of us were in mourning, as well as in the middle of a high-stress move from a mold-infested apartment that was making us all sick).@Valka D'Ur pics or it didn't happen....
For now, just think of any large, very soft and cuddly (and heavy; not sure I could actually pick him up) male orange cat who's super-friendly.
You know that wasn't my point.
Zardnaar
Deity
Male cats seem a lot moochy with strangers. Females very devoted to their humans but less of a fan with strangers.
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I don't think he was looking for food (he's very well-fed). As the lady said, he was looking for his former owner and found me, instead. And since I treated him politely and affectionately (absolutely would have taken him in and given him food and water and flanged up a temporary litterbox if necessary - would have had to lock Maddy in her room, though, or World War III would have broken out), he was interested in coming in to explore.
He didn't say anything, though, so I don't know what his voice sounds like.
Zardnaar
Deity
Generally I don't feed cats unless it's obvious they're starving.
Last time I did that the cat jumped through my bedroom window and snuggled up against me. Very thin when I found her.
This isn't the first time a neighbor cat turned up on my doorstep. The last time was when we were living upstairs and the across-the-hall neighbor's cat decided to come and say hi. She knew I had a cat here and tried to be friendly to Maddy, but Maddy wasn't reciprocating. The neighbor and I got talking, and our two cats sneaked across the hall when we weren't looking and proceeded to check out each other's apartments. It was easy enough to get Lacey out of my place; she's a huge cat and couldn't fit under the furniture to hide. Maddy led a chase around my neighbor's apartment and then sneaked back home, letting us think she was still across the hall.
Before that, a different neighbor's cat turned up on my balcony (I had to share a balcony with next door) and their kitten kept coming over to my side. On very hot and very cold days I'd let her in if she wanted, since her humans were idiots that kept letting her out on a sun-drenched balcony without any food or water, and I found her outside one night at 3 am... in November. By that time I was ready to report them for neglect, because this was a chronic thing by that point. The cat was getting neurotic from living in an apartment with three young screaming children and two adults constantly yelling, and had started taking her frustrations out on my screen door (I informed the manager here that I would absolutely not be paying to replace it).
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