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Ten decided the wind was too cold on the porch and was missing when we got up Thursday morning. I searched the grounds around the cottage, but he was nowhere to be found.

All day long I mentally beat myself up for not putting him in the downstairs bathroom, away from the other cats, but warm and safe. By the time I went to work I was almost in tears.

Around 4:00 p.m., my husband sent me a text, “Ten is back”. I was overjoyed, for I had feared the worst. Arriving home tonight, I was met at the car by our skinny little foundling. Shortly thereafter he was settled in the downstairs bathroom with wet and dry cat food, a nice big bowl of water, litter box and bed to sleep in. The room is heated, so I’m sure he is warmer now than he’s been in months.

Tigger goes to the vet tomorrow, and I’ll call in the morning to see if they can see Ten also. If not I’ll make him an appointment as soon as they can see him. Once he has a clean bill of health we will begin to integrate him into the group. I see more sabre rattling in our future as the group dynamics changes yet again.

I suppose we DO have room for just one more…

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Ain’t You Got Room For Just One More?

We had seen him around the cottage for several months. Always just a glimpse and he was gone. Usually all we saw was a black streak disappearing around the corner. Of course we wondered who he belonged to. There are several new families in the neighborhood and we assumed he belonged to one of them and was just an “outside” cat on the prowl.

Last Sunday afternoon my husband and I decided to take advantage of the warm day to sit on the front patio and get a little sun.

Suddenly, the stranger cat, who was so afraid of us, came walking up to the patio and rubbed against my leg. He was skin and bones under that long coat. He had a cold, complete with snotty nose and runny eyes. He made no sound when he mewed. Terribly congested, dirty and starving he had at last summoned up the courage to make contact. I’m sure he knew it was now or never. Starvation had overcome his fear and distrust.

We petted him and I offered him food and water. He ate in gulps, barely chewing the food, stopping only for a drink of water and to get petted before attacking the dish of food once again.

After the first hunger pains were diminished, he took turns visiting each of our laps and being petted. He purred, between sneezing and coughing fits. His fur was so dirty and matted it was impossible to determine gender that first day.

Sunday night, and ever night since, he has slept in the porch rocker. I have added a comfy blanket to the cushion so he can snuggle up and stay warm.

That night, I put his picture on Face Book with the word ‘ten’ so our friends would know a tenth kitty had arrived at Shady Hollow. From that moment on, we have called him Ten, so I suppose that is his new name. He seems to like it.

His cold is getting better, although he still has a runny eye and chest congestion. He seems to have gained a bit of weight now that he has a constant food supply. He spent a great deal of time grooming that first day and looks much better. The pictures here were taken Monday, the second day he was here. We have determined he is an altered male (I’m not 100% sure, but close enough). Hopefully Dr. Kevin will be able to give us an idea as to his age.

Whenever I go outside, Ten is right beside me everywhere I go. It’s hard to believe that less than a week ago he would run like the wind if he thought I saw him. I’ll post more pictures as time goes by and let you know how he’s doing. Something keeps drifting through my mind though…

Five years ago, my Pretty passed away. She was a long-haired black cat who was for all intents and purposes, my soul-mate for over 16 years. I was offered cats and kittens by friends (I already had 3 other cats at the time ). I declined their offers and told them when the right one came along, I would know. “But, how will you find it”, a friend asked. I replied I didn’t know, it might just walk up to the door one day; when the time was right. I wonder……

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Exploring

Mommy: Mama Cat, what are you doing?

MC: I’m checking out the cabinet, after all, you left the door open a tiny bit. I want to see what’s in here.

Mommy: Get out of there!

MC: Nope, not until I explore around the dishes…

Sound of crashing plates, cups, etc.

Mommy: Mamma Cat!!!!! Get out of there!!!!

MC: OK, OK, I don’t see why you’re upset…there’s nothing in here anyway…

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Happy Valentine’s Day

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One More Time. . .

I just heard Mommy on the phone to Dr. Kevin’s office and she was saying things, like “the infection is back” and “I’ll drop him off”.

I think that means I’m going back to see Dr. Kevin again. I like Dr. Kevin, but I don’t want to go!

I’d talk to you longer, but I hear Mommy getting the carrier out and I gotta go hide now.

~Tigger~

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Jay Jay’s Birthday

My birthday was February 1st. Mommy and Daddy forgot. They had their excuses, we were having a snowstorm and that always upsets them. Mommy worries about digging out and Daddy worries about her working too hard digging us out. Anyway, they forgot it was my birthday.

I didn’t care. One day is the same as another to me. I spend my time looking after my Daddy. I stay with Daddy all the time. I sleep with him, and when he is awake I am either beside him in his recliner, or riding around with him in his wheelchair.

The first time Daddy gave me a ride he thought I wouldn’t like it. Boy, was he wrong! I love to ride and it is great fun to roll around the house and yard with Daddy. I can see more of what’s going on from his lap and it is soooo comfortable!

I was 10 years old on Feb. 1st. Last night when Mommy got home from work, Daddy told her they had forgotten it and that not only had they not bought me a new toy, they never sang “Happy Birthday” to me. I hope they don’t! Daddy sings OK, but Mommy, that’s another story.

I wish Daddy understood that I don’t really want another toy, or to have a song sung to me. All I want is to wake up next to Daddy every morning and ride around with him all day; or nap with him in the recliner. That’s all that matters to me.

~Jay Jay~

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ManCat Monday-Double Trouble

Tigger and Mikey, two brothers, chilling during the snowy weather last week.

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