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On my way home from an afternoon walk last Sunday, I was waylaid by vagrants as I approached my building. Furry vagrants to be exact. Hungry and affection starved furry vagrants, hanging out in the bushes.
The ginger boy ran right up when I called, his cali-gray tabby sister a little more reticent at first. I brought them down food and water and a fleece pad, and then called the town no kill shelter we have, left a message, threw out my evening plans of getting anything done, and sat out to wait upon their Adorablenesses for a while--a tough job, but I was up for the challenge.
They seemed to be about 5-6 months old siblings, totally socialized with meows, purrs, head butts, and lap cuddling skills, well bonded to each other, so obviously some awful human just dumped them.
The tiger girl is mostly gray tabby with a gorgeous amber necklace, nose, occasional spots, and in rings on part of her tail.
The ginger boy has the longest tail with a cotton ball white tip, and eyes that angle down on the outside corner so that when I went inside and looked through the glass door at them, he looked up at me with an expression of maximum patheticness that would do Shrek's Puss-in-Boots proud.
"Mr. De Mille, I'm ready for my close-up."
"Oh boy, I am, too!"
"I'm doing my sexy kitten look."
"Whut's a sexy kitten look? Do you have a piece of string I can play with?"
I love the shine in his eyes this pic caught.
I called the shelter again in the morning from work, and they came and got them. They have several younger kittens right now and say it's been slow at getting them placed, so I'm hoping these 2 won't have to wait too long before getting a home--they are a pretty perfect pair. Sooo cute and loving. They just need an available human in petting range of them to land a home.
I went and visited them in the clink after work on Wednesday, and the tabby girl was not at all skittish about affection and was happy to sit in my arms immediately, so being at the shelter is definitely better on their nerves than the great outdoors. They're getting neutered this weekend, and then will be let loose in a small room with 5 other adult cats, but it's got windows, and a cat climber, so not bad digs while they wait. If you know of anyone in driving distance of the DC area looking for a pair of kitties, please link them here.
My Not Quite Ready For Prime Time feral sisters at the metro garage are still doing well. After a year of spending a little time with them on my way home from work on each week day, we're making a little progress--I can pet Ostra a little, and she likes to touch her nose to my hand on greeting regularly, but she's still very skittish, so they're still only ready for a home with someone very patient and good with cats, or a barn situation. I've got lots of pics of them to share in future posts.
The ginger boy ran right up when I called, his cali-gray tabby sister a little more reticent at first. I brought them down food and water and a fleece pad, and then called the town no kill shelter we have, left a message, threw out my evening plans of getting anything done, and sat out to wait upon their Adorablenesses for a while--a tough job, but I was up for the challenge.
They seemed to be about 5-6 months old siblings, totally socialized with meows, purrs, head butts, and lap cuddling skills, well bonded to each other, so obviously some awful human just dumped them.
The tiger girl is mostly gray tabby with a gorgeous amber necklace, nose, occasional spots, and in rings on part of her tail.
The ginger boy has the longest tail with a cotton ball white tip, and eyes that angle down on the outside corner so that when I went inside and looked through the glass door at them, he looked up at me with an expression of maximum patheticness that would do Shrek's Puss-in-Boots proud.
"Mr. De Mille, I'm ready for my close-up."
"Oh boy, I am, too!"
"I'm doing my sexy kitten look."
"Whut's a sexy kitten look? Do you have a piece of string I can play with?"
I love the shine in his eyes this pic caught.
I called the shelter again in the morning from work, and they came and got them. They have several younger kittens right now and say it's been slow at getting them placed, so I'm hoping these 2 won't have to wait too long before getting a home--they are a pretty perfect pair. Sooo cute and loving. They just need an available human in petting range of them to land a home.
I went and visited them in the clink after work on Wednesday, and the tabby girl was not at all skittish about affection and was happy to sit in my arms immediately, so being at the shelter is definitely better on their nerves than the great outdoors. They're getting neutered this weekend, and then will be let loose in a small room with 5 other adult cats, but it's got windows, and a cat climber, so not bad digs while they wait. If you know of anyone in driving distance of the DC area looking for a pair of kitties, please link them here.
My Not Quite Ready For Prime Time feral sisters at the metro garage are still doing well. After a year of spending a little time with them on my way home from work on each week day, we're making a little progress--I can pet Ostra a little, and she likes to touch her nose to my hand on greeting regularly, but she's still very skittish, so they're still only ready for a home with someone very patient and good with cats, or a barn situation. I've got lots of pics of them to share in future posts.
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I am so glad they found you.
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Thank you.
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Some folks lack spoons and may be evicted themselves, some believe stupid shit about cats being able to fend for themselves or that making them fend for themselves is more humane than the possibility that they might get euthanized, but most likely it's an irresponsible fucker who needs to be treated as you said.
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You heard about that woman that placed that cat in a dumpster and just left it? If folks don't want cats, don't get any but don't be cruel to them. Don't undersand it.
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BTW, I just sent you an email.
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And Hi! I hope you're doing well, along with your 3 furry wards. (-:
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I am fine. I got to go back to my minimum wage part-time job shelving books at the library again (all the City part-time positions were cut two years ago, so it's been a while), which pleases me and pays the vet bills. I've been gardening a lot, as we had more house-yard projects going on, too. Bad knees have prevented me from taking walks this year but they're improving.
The cats? Elsa and Charles are rip-roarin' whippersnappers still although they had their second birthdays last month. Angelo is hanging in there, although he is very thin in his long decline. I thought he would be dead in a month back in May, but with thrice-weekly subcutaneous hydrations he has been hanging in there. Still eats a little, bony, but also still a lover boy, like a limpet, wanting always to be on our shoulders, in our laps or snuggling with us on the couch or in bed.
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Yay on the library job being restored! I've been through years of bad knees--I hope they'll get better quickly and let you get back to walking. Glucosamine with chondriton daily and at least once weekly swim help (and having one less flight of stairs than in my previous apartment to deal with when carrying up groceries also helps.)
Oh, snuggles to Angelo! May his loving heart carry him along for much longer than predicted. What a sweet kitty. If only we could get rocking chairs in the sun for Angelo and Saki, so they could sit and kvetch together about the lousy kids they have to put up with. (-:
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I take my glucosamine with chondriton haphazardly, as I take all my supplements, but I am improving. I bought myself a knee brace today at the drugstore. I had one a while ago, but gave it to my daughter, for running.
Angelo, I fear, is finally going into the Last Decline. I may be wrong, I was wrong in May. But I think rocking chairs in the sun would be on his wish list -- as long as amenable humans sat in them, in whose laps he could loll. :)
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