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Starting the end of October, something that's been taking up quite a bit of my time and energy has been the rehoming to a rural area of Oestra and Brigit, the semi-feral bonded kitties I had been feeding and socializing at the New Carrollton Metro garage the past 3 years. Click on pics to embiggin these pretties.
OESTRA KNOWZ WHUT U DID THAIR!!!
BRIGIT: A STUDY IN FLUFF ON CONCRETE
You can find past posts on the girls here, here, here, and here.
The saga has been kind of a roller coaster, and I will catch you up on it bit by bit. But today was a hard one because a truck hit a little calico near where I last saw them, and I had to check out the body a neighbor there kindly showed me. It thankfully wasn't Oestra, but it was still a dear little cat, and damn if it didn't look a lot like her. It was a long, cold, trip home. I wasn't completely sure it wasn't her until I got home, went through all my pictures of her, and could, without doubt, note the different markings on the ears and face. Thankfully, it was not Oestra. Still, poor pretty little stray.
I now have Saki and Tuxie cuddling on either side of me, and yay for the happy indoorness of my homecrew! And Moo and Tuxie most definitively chose this indoor lifestyle themselves without any coercion from me; i.e., they moved in with never a by-your-leave, bless them. (-: I never wanted to have to worry about outdoor cats ever, but Oestra and Brigit are not yet able to be otherwise, still being too feral, so life happens. In a better world, every cat would have a soft cushion to curl up on, in the sun by day and beside a fireplace by night. *hugs to you all*
OESTRA KNOWZ WHUT U DID THAIR!!!
BRIGIT: A STUDY IN FLUFF ON CONCRETE
You can find past posts on the girls here, here, here, and here.
The saga has been kind of a roller coaster, and I will catch you up on it bit by bit. But today was a hard one because a truck hit a little calico near where I last saw them, and I had to check out the body a neighbor there kindly showed me. It thankfully wasn't Oestra, but it was still a dear little cat, and damn if it didn't look a lot like her. It was a long, cold, trip home. I wasn't completely sure it wasn't her until I got home, went through all my pictures of her, and could, without doubt, note the different markings on the ears and face. Thankfully, it was not Oestra. Still, poor pretty little stray.
I now have Saki and Tuxie cuddling on either side of me, and yay for the happy indoorness of my homecrew! And Moo and Tuxie most definitively chose this indoor lifestyle themselves without any coercion from me; i.e., they moved in with never a by-your-leave, bless them. (-: I never wanted to have to worry about outdoor cats ever, but Oestra and Brigit are not yet able to be otherwise, still being too feral, so life happens. In a better world, every cat would have a soft cushion to curl up on, in the sun by day and beside a fireplace by night. *hugs to you all*
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I/my cousin just rescued a little ginger kitten. He was all hurt by the ATM and my cousin brought him to me/my family. Today I took the little guy to the vet.
Now he's all vaccinated and healing (although if his tail doesn't regain feeling, when he gets neutered next month he's becoming a bobtail for his own safety) and his name is Richard the Lionheart. He's so incredibly docile, my god.
Although his 'THIS ISN'T HELPING' face when he got his first thermometer was hilarious.
Richard's got a home lined up for him already.
I thought you could use a happy cat story!
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I ask myself that last question daily. There were people at the parking garage who did not like the cats sitting and walking on their cars, were complaining to the management, and were taking active measures against them by stealing and throwing away the food bowls we would leave for them, and there's no telling if they would rachet up their acts against the cats.
The new place is better in having a lower concentration of mean or crazy people who might want to hurt them, though I'm sure there'll be some, and a lower concentration of traffic, though the traffic in the new place is still plenty dangerous, as the dead cat I saw yesterday is not the only dead cat I've seen on the roads around there, and the strays have chosen a territory that crosses a busier road than the one on which that cat was killed. But it is worse in some other respects I will post about later. I've been working as a kitty ambassador and social worker of sorts in the new neighborhood in hopes of making their situation better to a point where there are good people looking after them and they don't have to revert to living completely ferally, a lifestyle that is harder and short.
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*wishes you many happy snuggly years with your furry kids*
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Now I'm sandwiched between a snoring Moo and Saki.
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